| On a cool colonial veranda
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| He used to sit there with his pipe
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| I was eight years old when he was eighty
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| He was the hero in my life
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| And the captain from the Salvation Army would say;
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| «Sandy
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| Thank you for listening to my sermon today
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| There’s a soul I can save
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| With the money that you gave
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| You’re a very good soul, you are
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| Sandy.»
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| Sandy, Sandy
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| Gray and grizzly
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| Told me I should never tell a lie
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| Answered all my «Why?"s
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| Sometimes dried my eyes
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| And told me 'bout his Foreman in the Sky
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| In a boarding house behind the station
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| The found him ailing by himself
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| He was fighting the Devil’s black water
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| And said that he didn’t need no help
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| And the captain from the Salvation Army said;
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| «Sandy
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| You know that there will always be a bed
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| In our Haven for you
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| There’s tobacco to chew
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| You’re a very sick man, you are
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| Sandy.»
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| Sandy, Sandy
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| Gray and grizzly
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| Told me I should never tell a lie
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| Answered all my «Why?"s
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| Sometimes dried my eyes
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| And told me 'bout his Foreman in the Sky
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| There were only four at the gravesite
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| The wake, and to carry him along
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| There was me, and the council undertaker
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| My father, and the captain and his song
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| And the captain from the Salvation Army cried;
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| «Sandy
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| I was so glad that I could be there when you died
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| The new world could do
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| With a few more like you
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| You’re a very good soul, you are
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| Sandy.»
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| Sandy, Sandy
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| Gray and grizzly
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| Told me I should never tell a lie
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| Answered all my «Why?"s
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| Sometimes dried my eyes
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| And told me 'bout his Foreman in the Sky
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| Told me 'bout his Foreman in the Sky
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| Now he’s gone to see his Foreman in the Sky |