| Here’s a tale of ole John Courage
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| He stood out from the crowd
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| With all bark, no bite, piss drunk and loud
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| As each ale went down his wisdom followed
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| And the liquid courage of John, it started to show
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| Back up ole friend of mine, don’t cross that line
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| Back up ole friend of mine, don’t cross that line
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| Then I look to the corner to drink with myself
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| I found it better for me, and for John’s health
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| Like the butt of a joke, along came John
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| Then he asked for the time and he reached for a smoke
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| Back up ole friend of mine, don’t cross that line
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| Back up ole friend of mine, don’t cross that line
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| Well, he laughed at my request and flicked some ash in my quarter cask
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| Then we entered the danger zone and I wondered if he was alone
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| I went straight to the dome and dropped him like a stone
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| (Straight to the dome and dropped him like a stone)
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| Such is the tale of ole John Courage
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| We hadn’t seen or heard from him since then, when he was sent to oblivion
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| But old salts die hard and hes no exception to the rule
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| Speak of the devil, hes come right back for more
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| I say back up ole friend of mine, don’t cross that line
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| Right now you need to fucking STOP! |