Early one morning With time to kill I borrowed Jebbs rifle And - TopicsExpress



          

Early one morning With time to kill I borrowed Jebbs rifle And sat on a hill I saw a lone rider Crossing the plain I drew a bead on him To practice my aim My brothers rifle Went of in my hand A shot rang out Across the land The horse, he kept running The rider was dead I hung my head I hung my head I set off running To wake from the dream My brothers rifle Went into the sheen I kept on running Into the south lands Thats where they found me My head and my hands .......
Posted on: Tue, 23 Sep 2014 03:09:18 +0000

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