| Romulus and Remus Hill
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| Lived at the top of Ouachita Bend
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| When momma died they laid her down
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| And quickly took to squabblin'
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| Over this one’s mine
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| If you take that then you’ll never be my brother
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| Oh if you take mine
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| If you do that then you’ll never be my brother again
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| They’d get to thumpin' and the house would quake
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| They’d call the lightning down from god’s front gate
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| And all the neighbors had to move along
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| For fear they’d all get caught up in the wake
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| Of the titan goddess
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| And her good old boys in the oubliette of life in a southern county
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| Oh the titan goddess
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| And her good old boys in the oubliette of life in a southern county
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| Oh the titan goddess
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| And her good old boys in the oubliette of life in a southern county again
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| Romulus and Remus Hill
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| Fought all the way down the road through town
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| None could stop their evil brawl
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| Until they reached the county burial ground
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| Then the lightning spoke:
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| «The living god is just a silhouette of a face upon the mountain»
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| And the thunder roared:
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| «St Michael’s sword was just a hurricane being born in the valley»
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| And the lightning spoke:
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| «The living god is just a silhouette of a face upon the mountain»
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| And the thunder roared:
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| «St Michael’s sword was just a hurricane being born in the valley again»
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| A hurricane being born in the valley again
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| A hurricane being born in the valley again |