Lyrics:
Robert The Bruce
To see the web you've spun
Either you are simply beautiful
Or I am simply dumb
Dumb, dumb, dumb
It doesn't take a Labrador
[Chorus]
You fought all the way
Johnny Reb, Johnny Reb
You fought all the way, Johnny Reb
Saw you a-marchin' with Robert E. Lee
You held your
good to sixes
But all hell broke loose after that
I told him that I knew Julia Roberts when I was twelve at summer camp
We didn't say anything after
Robert wants to play and then play
Forever and ever you`ll only play
One, two, three and four, Robert wants to play and then play some more
Five,
come Robert Ford
Like a thief in the night
And he shot poor Jesse in the back
Poor Jesse had a wife
To mourn for his life
Three children
They
it past Season One (Oh no)
Robert Baratheon was part of that crew
But he never made it to Season Two
The King of the North was cool, you said
(So cool)
Ring, my friend I said you'd call
Doctor Robert
Day or night he'll be there any time at all
Doctor Robert
Doctor Robert
You're a new
So put me down there where I wanna be
Plant my feet with Robert E. Lee
Bury my bones under a cypress tree
And never let me roam
The cotton balls
was Robert and Fannie
Who lived on the same road
But came from different backgrounds
And carried a different load
Fannie's a Christian and a thinker
się weseli
Wszystko dzieli razem z nim
Razem w górę razem w dół
Wszystko bracie pół na pół
Zakładamy spółkę dziś
Robert I bertrand
Nie dwie a jedna
Last night as I was laying down and thinking
I was wondering about the road that lies ahead
In my mind I heard the wisdom of the master
Hey Robert
that you could
How you like your position?
You ain't Robert Mitchum
You say you give and you give
Why don't you just give in?
Tra la la
at Shiloh Hill
There was Robert E. Lee, Beauregard, and Bragg
And the south wind blew hard on that ragged old flag
On Flanders field in World War one
Robert, c’est Robert, c’est Robert mon dromadaire
C’est Robert, c’est Robert, et c’est un ami sincère.
Dans un monde imaginaire
À bord d’un hélicoptère
Avec
it though
Oh, it might explode
It's too late for General Custer
Too late for Robert E. Lee
Get back on it, get back on it
It's too late for
it though
Oh, it might explode
It's too late for General Custer
Too late for Robert E. Lee
Get back on it, get back on it
It's too late for
God bless this mess
God bless this mess
God bless this mess
Got a job in town
Selling insurance on the phone
With Robert and Teresa
And two con
Howard
Has laid ol' Jesse James in his grave
It was Robert Ford, the dirty little coward
And I wonder how he feels
For he slept in Jesse's bed and he
Imagination, he's the smartest
Robert Williams, stroke and splatter
I attest to your gray matter
Living kings how true it rings
These are just a few of my
a wonderful time drunk on communion wine
One sin over the seven
Sick all over the stairway to heaven
Harry Roberts, Harry Roberts, Roberts, Roberts, Harry,
There was a thick set man with frog eyes
Who was standing by the door
And a little bald man with wing-nut ears
Was waiting in the car
Well Robert
without end
But with more dance'n
I'll pass the plate come sunday mornin'
But tonight I'll pass the hat
At robert's western world
Sudafed, shiner bock,
tonight.
She likes the punch deep down in her pistolero.
Running with the wild bunch, makin' like a Robert Dinero.
She's kinda shy but make no mistake,
never sleeping and working on a neon tan
We played the barn down in Sanford, Florida
For Bev Roberts out in Camden Park
We plugged it in up east
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