| Did you hear the sad news about Harry
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| They wrote in the paper, he died yesterday
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| I’ve been meaning to stop by and have a word with him
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| But it never did quite work out that way
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| As a kid he was always big and shy
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| The old boys would taunt him, but Harry would just walk on by
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| He never much was inclined
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| To take advantage of his size
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| Now Harry Allen is dead, Lord, Harry Allen is dead
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| He gained 300 pounds and he wouldn’t leave his house
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| No he never got out of bed
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| Now Harry Allen is dead
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| Never said goodbye to my old childhood friend
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| When he was 20 I introduced him to a honey of a girl
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| She was a honkey tonkin' sweetheart
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| A real woman of the word
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| I didn’t mean my friend no harm
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| I just wanted him to have some fun
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| But there was no righting that wrong
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| Once the troubles had begun
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| For so smitten was poor Harry
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| That wedding ring in hand
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| He begged that girl married him
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| And when she laughed at that sweet man
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| Harry hung his head and cried
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| Like some grievous wounded child
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| He walked back home and got in bed
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| Harry never rose again
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| Now Harry Allen is dead, Lord, Harry Allen is dead
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| He gained 300 pounds and he wouldn’t leave his house
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| No he never got out of bed
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| Now Harry Allen is dead
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| Never said goodbye to my old childhood friend
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| When God asked Cain, «Child where’d your brother go?»
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| Cain shook his head, he lied and said, «Lord, I do not know.»
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| It’s like a piece of Cain came over me and bound my tongue that day
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| For as the years went by, to my shame, me and Harry
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| We never spoke again
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| Now Harry Allen is dead, Lord, Harry Allen is dead
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| He gained 300 pounds and he wouldn’t leave his house
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| No he never got out of bed
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| Now Harry Allen is dead
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| Never said goodbye to my old childhood friend
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| Now the funeral is tomorrow
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| And Harry’s dad just phoned to say
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| He needs four extra pallbearers
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| I sighed and said, «Okay.»
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| This midnight finds me wondering
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| About the mighty and the weak
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| How maybe Jesus Christ was wrong
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| When he said, «Blessed are the meek.»
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| For Harry Allen is dead, Lord, Harry Allen is dead
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| He gained 300 pounds and he wouldn’t leave his house
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| No he never got out of bed
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| Now Harry Allen is dead
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| Never said goodbye to my old childhood friend |