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Bugle John - Tal Cohen Shalev
Hey there mr ticket taker won't you lay your gun
I'm just a small town boy
Much like anyone
I ain't no troublemaker won't you cut some slack
Gotta get out gotta go
You know the only way is through these tracks
Come on little two time baby I did you no harm
Loved you from a mile I took you to my daddy's farm
Still you left me with the bottle left me high and dry
If you leave me for another
I'd rather watch you turning blue and die
Hey now judge your honor sir
I swear I didn't know
Think somebody's drugged my whiskey back a while ago
I can't wear this ball and chain
I can't bend these bars
Better let me outta here before I make somebody here see stars
Wait a minute mr hangman
Hold on with that noose
Got myself a rich old daddy
Turn the cannons loose
See you all in hell I swear that judgment day will come
I will perish with the sound of
Screeching bugles and the roll of drums
