Hunters' Nite Out
The band was on a beer break
When old Doug got up onto the stage
In a hotel down on Main street
He was playing that old song
On a battered old mouth harp that spit
Then he started into singing off key as ever
Then the rest of us wanted to split
He was holding his own
Though the crowd was beginning to rend
They all knew they’d better be good
And not get us mad cos altho he was bad
That old man also our friend
Then he started again
On an encore of sorts
So four of us each took a limb
And as we took him outside
The crowd cheering and clapping us on
He was certain that night they loved him
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