| Don’t make me feel bad cause I know
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| It’s too much to take in one go
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| But there’s something that you should all know
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| Now tell all these young folks to go
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| I gave him my gun just to try
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| But it went off right in his eye
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| And his brains hit and bounced off my shed
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| So it’s safe to assume that he’s dead
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| Oh, my life is a festival
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| She’s been so kind to me
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| And I know these people
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| And they never would spit in my eye
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| Don’t make me feel sad cause I know
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| My news must’ve come as some blow
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| And losing a man is quite low
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| I’m off now, so mind how you go
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| When I think of the harvest we’ve had
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| And, praise God, I should be quite glad
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| Oh, On Earth, our blood turns to dirt
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| Most of his covered my shirt
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| Oh, my life is a festival
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| And I know it’s because
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| And they’re all straight and plain
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| And they never would spit in my eye
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| Oh, my life is a tapestry
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| Just plain honest folk
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| And they never would do
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| No not anything bad in their lives |