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Kris Drever - Poor Man's Son lyrics
Advert hangs, Upon the wall. Workers needed, Apply below. Don’t need a job, If you’ve got a gun, And there’s a bank, Across the road. My ma hangs, Around my neck. Point the pistol, And tell the clerk, “I’m not a bad man, I’m just a poor man’s son. So give me the money, And nobody gets hurt.” The deputy sheriff, Points his gun at me. “You’ll never learn, Will you Mickey? I’m starting to think, That you like that cell, And you can’t wait, To go to hell.” Hey ma, It’s me and I’m, Not married yet. I’m sorry I’m going away again, For another five year stretch. I’ll make good some day you wait and see. I love you ma, Say hi to Billy. Hey ma, It’s me and I’m, Not married yet. I’m sorry I’m going away again, For another five year stretch. I’ll make good some day you wait and see. I love you ma, Say hi to Billy. I love you ma, Say hi to Billy. |
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