| Once upon a time there
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| Was a friend of mine called
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| Big George
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| All the movers in the town
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| Knew his kinda frown
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| And his how do
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| He was the kind of a guy
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| He’d look you in the eye
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| And he’d say more sir
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| And to get him on the run
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| It’d take a 10 ton gun
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| And that’s no joke sir
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| But I ain’t seen him
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| In a long long time
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| I ain’t been back that way no
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| So give him my regards
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| And I’ll make the day
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| I’ll make the day
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| Every Friday night
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| As they turn out the lights
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| At Callum county hall
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| We can move him from the bar
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| Make it to the car
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| And he’d say where to?
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| The idea’s to live
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| Two days to thrill
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| And one weeks wages in my boot
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| We used to ride the border line
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| With blues, women and booze
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| Making fun time
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| Son of a guns
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| Yeah at night he’s hot
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| Big George
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| Sometimes at night
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| You’ll find him in a fight
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| Big George yeah
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| My hands are full
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| You had 'em all
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| All of them gone
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| Sax Solo
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| He’s a hard man to beat
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| With a size 10 feet
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| Don’t mess with big George
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| Or he’ll put you in the ground
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| Later to be found
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| Don’t mess with big George
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| I kind of gutter smile
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| When I think of her style
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| Way back in those days
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| But fair Raven had it all
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| He never took her palm
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| No big George
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| Don’t mess with Big George
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| He’s my pal don’t mess with Big George
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| Eh he eh baby don’t mess with
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| Big George
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| Oh no, no no no, don’t mess with
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| Big George |