round his mouthful of bullet's and bones
he spoke of the woman and a box of gold
and as he opened the deck and began tossing cards
his version of what happened had him with
one foot in the grave and giving both barrels
she called him a hero
but he was just a fugitive of the hangman's necktie
the old sailor died quiet in the night
slipped away laughing in the company of
all the olde saints he loved so much
they will take him on home
so the truth of the tell rest with this man
with this soft eye hardened heart
with a mouthful of bullet's and bones
Sep 1, 2014
Sep 1, 2014 at 7:11 PM UTC
round his mouthful of bullet's and bones
he spoke of the woman and a box of gold
and as he opened the deck and began tossing cards
his version of what happened had him with
one foot in the grave and giving both barrels
she called him a hero
but he was just a fugitive of the hangman's necktie
the old sailor died quiet in the night
slipped away laughing in the company of
all the olde saints he loved so much
they will take him on home
so the truth of the tell rest with this man
with this soft eye hardened heart
with a mouthful of bullet's and bones
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