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The Reaper And Tam McCorty - The Rumjacks
Written by：The Rumjacks
Tam he woke tae find a shadow by the bed
Blamed it on the vapors still beleaguerin' his head
Scrubbed his chops & dragged an oily bug rake through his hair
And wiped the mirror tae find the bogey mimickin' his stare
He boilt the jug tae quench his mug & baked a lump o' toast
Hid behind the racin' pages from the hoary ghost
Away ghostie if yer here tae make me dead
Spare me life & bother me wife or mother-in-law instead
Tam mccorty I'm not here to make you cry
I know you're just a broken man wi' longing in his eye
I'll say my say & go my way a carving through the rye
Tam mccorty its not your day to die
By the way ye've hung yer tools o' trade & mantle I can tell
Ye willnae leave until ye've seen me safely intae hell
So follow me down the 'horse & crown' of liquor I'm sae fond
I'll drink meself tae death & haunt the witches from beyond
Tam mccorty I'm not here to make you cry
I know you're just a broken man wi' longing in his eye
I'll say my say & go my way a carving through the rye
Tam mccorty its not your day to die
They drank to fallen heroes they spat & cursed the queen
They argued o'er 'black caviar' the finest ever seen
They smoked cigars & played at cards for pots o' gilbeys gin
Roarin' as the fiery liqour it spilled all down their chin
Tam mccorty I'm not here to make you cry
I know you're just a broken man wi' longing in his eye
I'll say my say & go my way a carving through the rye
Tam mccorty its not your day to die
They staggered home along the tracks & pissed against a post
The dogs a' barkin' madly all as though they'd seen a ghost
Oh take me now I beg you pick yer mark & pick it well
I'm tired o' livin'& there I think I hear the hounds o' hell
Tam mccorty I'm not here to make you cry
I know you're just a broken man wi' longing in his eye
I'll say my say & go my way a carving through the rye
Tam mccorty its not your day to die
Death threw his cloak across him where he passed out in his chair
And whispered in a frosty tone directly in his ear
Best you learn to live again forgive yourself yer past
For when you see me next tam it'll be your last
Tam mccorty I'm not here to make you cry
I know you're just a broken man wi' longing in his eye
I'll say my say & go my way a carving through the rye
Tam mccorty its not your day to die
Tam mccorty I'm not here to make you cry
I know you're just a broken man wi' longing in his eye
I'll say my say & go my way a carving through the rye
Tam mccorty its not your day to die
Tam mccorty its not your day to die
Tam mccorty its not your day to die
