Lyrics:
Shawnee when you gonna come back
Shawnee when you gonna settle down
We were all talking at the family picnic
Eating fried chicken sitting
Shawnee when you gonna come back
Shawnee when you gonna settle down
We were all talking at the family picnic
Eating fried chicken sitting
called Dood
Son of a mountain miner and a Shawnee maiden
Wore a size seventeen ring, had hands like a bear
And if he got 'em on you, he's taking that
harder than the nails hammered Jesus' hands
He was the one they called Dood
Son of a mountain miner and a Shawnee maiden
Well ol' Dood walked down
get to the mountains
In just these foothills of the Shawnee
But it's just far enough from this old world
And close enough for you and me
The wind in
Had a blowout on the outskirts of Shawnee
Blowout on the outskirts of Shawnee
Couple junkies around, played that Dive bar downtown
Had a Blowout
on making bad
Flowers sometimes turn dry
Keep losing what we had
Oh, Shawnee girl
I'm sorry I ever made you feel sad
You were our first born
you told him
But if he won't cooperate you know what time it is
6:30, James River, I'm throwin him off the bridge
[Shawnee Poo:]
Aiyyo Danja,
Fuck it
This bitch burning anyway
Momma I'm sorry the language
But I've been living in anguish
Every since they locked my brother up
Free Shawnee Mac
the flame
When the Shawnee warriors came rushing in
Oh he didn't have time to grab nothing
He didn't have pants, shoes or a gun
All he could do is get up n
friends call home
Down here at the Shawnee Forest, southern Illinois
I've drank wine under great big blue skies
Been down to the deepest darkest mines
I
away
Jane moved in with her ma out on Shawnee Lake
She sighed Ma sometimes my whole life feels like one big mistake
She settled in in a back room time
of Shawnee,
A Saturday afternoon,
His wife beside him in his wagon
As into town they rode.
There a deputy sheriff approached him
In a manner rather rude,
Back in old Oklahoma I'm not far from Shawnee
Her lips like the cherries her little heart cries
Daddy please come back to your moonlight and skies
My
Well gather round children, a story I will tell
About pretty boy Floyd the outlaw, Oklahoma knew him well
Was in the town of Shawnee
Well gather round children, a story I will tell
About pretty boy Floyd the outlaw, Oklahoma knew him well
Was in the town of Shawnee
away
Jane moved in with her ma out on Shawnee Lake
She sighed Ma sometimes my whole life feels like one big mistake
She settled in in a back room time
of Shawnee,
A Saturday afternoon,
His wife beside him in his wagon
As into town they rode.
There a deputy sheriff approached him
In a manner rather rude,
of Shawnee,
A Saturday afternoon,
His wife beside him in his wagon
As into town they rode.
There a deputy sheriff approached him
In a manner rather rude,
Well gather round children, a story I will tell
About pretty boy Floyd the outlaw, Oklahoma knew him well
It was in the town of Shawnee
If you'll gather 'round me, children
A story I will tell
Pretty Boy Floyd, an outlaw
Oklahoma knew him well
It was in the town of Shawnee
It
in old Oklahoma I'm not far from Shawnee
Her lips like the cherries
Her little heart cries
Daddy please come back to
Your moonlight and skies
My pal's
If you'll gather 'round me, children
A story I will tell
Pretty Boy Floyd, an outlaw
Oklahoma knew him well
It was in the town of Shawnee
It
If you'll gather 'round me children
A story I will tell
Of Pretty Boy Floyd an outlaw
Oklahoma knew him well.
It was in the town of Shawnee
It
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