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NOT THE MARINE WHO WENT TO WAR.


[verse 6]:

YEAH! CALL HIM DRUNKEN IRA HAYES,

BUT HIS LAND IS JUST AS DRY,

AND THE GHOST IS LYING THIRSTY
at you this hour
We got Public Enemy's brand new sounds
We got Curtis Mayfield, we also got something coming at you
An old one from Isaac Hayes, a brand
Fisher or Boris Yeltsin's daughter 
Or her finance's sixteen year old beer drunk brother 
With his braided goatee with his whole like a thunder cloud
Bed of roses
By bonnie hayes
From the album "bette of roses"


Long, long ago, where the tall grass grows
And the still air is sweet with summer
spit of scorn
Invisible king, dying
Procession of woe, struck down by sorrow

A burden so great
Weighs heavy on old and withered beliefs
The swift
the good old days
These are the good old days

1, 2, 3, 4, 5 years from now
I hope I'm still getting down
Hope I'm still around
But 6, 7, 8, 10 beers
a six year old
Only 364 days to go

We can't avoid it
No way around it
Before too long we'll be
Either back to work back to school
Or just back
by a bounty hunter,so I turned around to draw

I knew someday I'd meet him for his hand like lightning flashed
My own gun stayed in leather as his
Protected by the warriors for the beauty in their hands
Roll back the years, roll back the years, to the river of tears

The chief he had a daughter, she
and the democrats would gloat 
But they're all amazed when Rutherford Hayes 
Wins by just one vote 

D:James Garfield, someone really hated 
Cause he was
by a bounty hunter,so I turned around to draw

I knew someday I'd meet him for his hand like lightning flashed
My own gun stayed in leather as his
tell by the noise and the smoke
Anytime the sheriff had nothing to do he'd get out and chase us around
The old women prayed the old men laughed
and sing and they think I'm a star but every time I look down at my old guitar
I know I'm just six strings away from that same ol' plow
I drive a new Royce
and honest soul may repair
To which a hunter
A hundred years from now, may look and despair
And see with wonder
The tributes we have left to rust in the parks
To touch the stuccoed stars
From the deep of snow-enchanted woods
He called them from afar
Hunter's by the Deadman's Spit
All struck dumb, the forest
yourself, while you're still in the pink
The years go by, as quickly as a wink
Enjoy yourself, enjoy yourself, it's later than you think

You're gonna
the holes that you burned in me
Six years old and you know
He never walks away
He never asks for money
He takes care of me
He loves me
Piece by piece,
the holes that you burned in me
Six years old and you know, he never walks away
He never asks for money, he takes care of me
He loves me
Piece by piece,
shooter
And if I wanna see some titties I go eat at Hooters
Yeah, yeah, I could be your teacher 'cause I got a ruler
My dad ate hunters for 30 years
stands about six foot four
And it's hard to call Hank Williams Jr Jr anymore
Just a little bit of Waylon sure goes a long way
But old Tex Ritter rode
who hits a woman isn't worth a dime
5, 6, 7, 8, 9 years old
That's what I remember about the rock of my soul
I told him I would kill him if he did
you gleaming 
Down in the dark, deep underground 

It's nearly two years since I left my old mother 
For adventure and gold by the pound 
With
There are pictures on the piano,
Pictures of the family,
Mostly my kids but there's an old
Picture of you and me.
You were five and I was six
In
long time for you

In a broked down apartment house
Lay a woman dying
And by her side a little six year old girl
Who was softly crying
Momma don't
stands about 6 foot 4
And it's hard to call Hank Williams Junior Junior anymore

Just a little bit of Waylon sure goes a long way
But old Tex Ritter