| Back when Cattle Creek used to sing
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| Its waters were sweet and its banks were green
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| And sunny days went on forever
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| Me and old Bugler, we’d run wild
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| Bluetick hound and redneck child
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| We thought we were, birds of a feather
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| Ah the fish would bite, my how they’d bite
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| We’d catch them possoms in the pale moonlight
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| For Ma, just to please her
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| Bugler’s voice like Gabriel’s horn
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| Up in the cypress, all down through the corn
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| Golden sounds, yes to treasure
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| Bugler, Bugler, bless your hide
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| Jesus gonna take you for a chariot ride
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| Say Goodbye, Say Goodbye
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| One day Ma she brought the news
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| She said «Honey, young Bugler’s done paid his dues
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| He’s been hit down, yes on that highway»
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| Dry your eyes and stand up straight
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| Bugler’s got a place at the pearly gates
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| Say goodbye sugar, Oh say goodbye
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| Bugler, Bugler, bless your hide
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| Jesus gonna take you for a chariot ride
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| Say Goodbye, Say Goodbye |