| My name is Officer O’Malley
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| My job is hunting Pigeon down
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| I don’t like this kind of work much
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| I’m sick of sleeping on the ground
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| Pigeon — that’s the name we gave him
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| Pigeon used to be so tame
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| ‘Til one day he turned against his master
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| Killed him, broke his brother’s chains
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| Now Pigeon could track the Holy Spirit
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| But he don’t leave no tracks at all
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| I’ve been running round in circles
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| I’ve been feeling like a fool
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| Pigeon- that’s the name we gave him
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| But he’s got another name
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| It’s spreading all across the valleys
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| Jandamarra! |
| — like a burning flame
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| One time we had him in a gully
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| One time we had him in a cave
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| Each time we closed in on our quarry
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| Pigeon-that's the name we gave him
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| Pigeon-putting me to shame
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| I do this job because I have to
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| I don’t say that he’s to blame
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| Jandamarra!- how I hate that name |