There is no death there is only sleep.
Shouted the preacher he was a tall man
with a white beard that hung below his waist
He was dressed in black and standing.
on the buckboard of his wagon
in the dark of night, what little light
There was came from a kerosene lamp.
hanging on the branch of an olive tree
a sign of peace above the preacher's head
that lite up his face and white collar
as he stood there preaching the word.
All the towns' people gathered around.
lending an ear and singing praises to the Lord
I'm working off my sins in the usual way,
A Cornish knight of no worship,
Languishing amid the aroma
Of easy women and open bets.
Don't tell the boss, but I'd do it for free
So long as the whiskey holds out
And the law don’t flower in the Dakotas.
After all, there’s harder ways to pay one’s bar bill
Than to play piano to a room full of tin-eared inebriates.
And arrogance never has been
An obstacle to my contentment.
One of the finer points to being a bad ass
Is knowing when to fight,
When to f*ck,
And when to go for your gun.
Can I play?
Hey Carolina, I’m gonna lay your sister down.
Hey Carolina, I’m gonna lay your sister down.
I’ll ride her hogtied on the buckboard
All the way to Yankton town.
She's pretty tough for one so small
When things get rough she stands so tall
With a bundle of Love so beautiful
Good things come in small packages
God not her farts they smell like cabbages
Or rotten little darts of poison radishes
For a life so short what she's seen
Been through lows same as me
Even grown her own branch on the family tree
As her peace gets disturbed by a little wailer
The beast who deserves her halo
My sweet little niece I Love You Laila
If you knock her down she'll buckboard bounce
In her way back up she may just pounce
If you fill her heart with Love she'll never renounce
Of all the siblings near or far
You little sister are also a star
Just don't let her near the cookie jar
She's the only little sister I have got
I'm really sorry i'd hit her and often taunt
She's the only little sister I would want!
I don't think I tell you enough Tacey
Though your heads full of "stuff" an your totally crazy
I'm so glad to be bruv, you really amaze me. Xx
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