Lyrics:
There was a man that lived in the hills all by himself
Chin whiskers' hangin' off his face in the tree there's a hangin' Bull Elk
The only friend
the old man on the seat behind.
Ohhh the old man's eyes.
I have to reach, I have to reach another place today.
I can see the old man on the other side,
I
I've always been considered quite a delicate child
Watched over by a governess and nurse
To say I've lived a sheltered life is putting it mild
I
I've always been considered quite a delicate child
Watched over by a governess and nurse
To say I've lived a sheltered life is putting it mild
I
He was just and old country doctor in a small Georgia town
Fame and fortune had passed him by but we never saw him frown
As day by day in his kindly
city hall in New York
'Twas a wonderful craft, she was rigged fore-and-aft
And oh, how the wild winds drove her
She'd stood several blasts, she had
and she says you'll be my man
I'll have me the best bearhunter in the hills
A wild child was Tiger Whitehead and they say he killed
Ninety-nine bears before
We were barrelling down old 17
When a man with a blinking red light
Was on our tail
He said you were doing 60 in a 45
But I'm gonna let you go this
We were barreling down old 17
When a man with a blinking red light
Was on our tail
He said you were doing 60 in a 45
But I'm gonna let you go this
city hall in New York
'Twas a wonderful craft, she was rigged fore-and-aft
And oh, how the wild winds drove her
She'd stood several blasts, she had
the folks that live life on the go
Together we roamed, the travels of old, good night
We sing the song of the trees, of the wild and the free
Sing the song
I rode into Tucson three hours ago
For supplies and a short, friendly game
A poker-wild smitty put some new shoes
On old Dan before he goes lame
I
my centerfold
That my baby, man, she never leave
Got her hangin' with my kinfolks
She want everything, I know, I know
She got Chanel purses by
worker, R.C.
Me mega-poverty, New York City, dollar signs prevail
Five place love, exclusive, nine millimeters
My voice box run through tracks like wild
of roast meat.
The brief reflection was stopped by a gesture of a man sitting by the bonfire. It was an old Cheyenne with a wistful face; he had laid his
can't hold it down? oh the shit gon' hit the fan now
spin around let your whole crown man down man down
[Street Life]
I live by the street code
I grabbed her by the hair it came off in my hand
And that beautiful girl was just a beautiful man
And old Jim just got sick right there on the floor
angry even then
And he was angry even then
Educated by an Anglican clergyman
Old John Prince was a smart one
Until 1833 he lived in England
As a lawyer
There sits an Old Oak Chest full of memories
cll his books of the old wild west and the way things used to be
News papers and magazines and dime
city hall in New York
'Twas a wonderful craft, she was rigged fore-and-aft
And oh, how the wild winds drove her
She'd stood several blasts, she had
There was a farmer and a farmyard filled with animals
And this is the story of their times
Old man Sammy had a farm
Walked the land with the rifle
Let me tell you a story
About an old friend of mine
Somebody left her in a shopping cart
In a parking lot for us to find
Just a fuzzy black pup
The old man walked
To the wind weathered dock
With his pail and his pole
And his slicker
And he sang as he rowed
With his proud back bowed
And his oars
cars passed with all the bass up
Man, it is wild that I could sleep a full night
And never wake up
Reminisce in silence, it's alright
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