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I once met a man named Knapsack Jack He never took his knapsack off his back He'd eat with it He'd sleep with it I think he was attached He was a strong man, this Knapsack Jack Who never took his knapsack off his back He's a scavenger He's free to roam Where he lay's his head That is his home He got got, this Knapsack Jack They took his knapsack from his back It was gone when he awoke The deed was done The bear was poked Knapsack Jack was a kind ol' fella But when Jack's eyes get red, people get yella So off he went Jack stole him a gun Knapsack Jack gon' have some sick fun Knapsack Jack got wild and reckless He carved a ****** path from Virginia to Texas Stained and putrid There he stood With an empty twelve-gauge Just steel and wood In front of him, ten men dressed in blue This would be his last battle But 'ol Jack wasn't through With no shot in the barrel He got nine out of ten The last man in blue Brought Jack to an end Revered as a hero For losing his friends Ruined was the man Who brought ol' Jack to an end No longer in blue, Soaked from tears, dressed in black Just cause a man Took a knapsack from Jack
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Nov 4, 2010
Nov 4, 2010 at 7:46 PM UTC
Knapsack Jack
I once met a man named Knapsack Jack He never took his knapsack off his back He'd eat with it He'd sleep with it I think he was attached He was a strong man, this Knapsack Jack Who never took his knapsack off his back He's a scavenger He's free to roam Where he lay's his head That is his home He got got, this Knapsack Jack They took his knapsack from his back It was gone when he awoke The deed was done The bear was poked Knapsack Jack was a kind ol' fella But when Jack's eyes get red, people get yella So off he went Jack stole him a gun Knapsack Jack gon' have some sick fun Knapsack Jack got wild and reckless He carved a ****** path from Virginia to Texas Stained and putrid There he stood With an empty twelve-gauge Just steel and wood In front of him, ten men dressed in blue This would be his last battle But 'ol Jack wasn't through With no shot in the barrel He got nine out of ten The last man in blue Brought Jack to an end Revered as a hero For losing his friends Ruined was the man Who brought ol' Jack to an end No longer in blue, Soaked from tears, dressed in black Just cause a man Took a knapsack from Jack
JG, November 2010
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Nov 4, 2010
Nov 4, 2010 at 7:46 PM UTC
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