| There was Robbie Jones
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| He used to walk so tall
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| You know he’d hurt no one at all
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| Chased the girls around the world
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| Danced them round the dance halls
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| We’d have a drink and then he’d sink
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| Into nostalgic talk
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| We carried him home in the fallen snow
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| When he was too drunk to walk
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| Then came the day
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| We were sent away
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| We got our papers
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| Posted trough the door
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| And sent off to war
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| Dear old Tom
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| He’d sing a song and he’d play the guitar
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| He’d tell you all the stories
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| Of his travels near and far
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| Signed up one day to learn a trade
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| But that dream didn’t go far
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| He’d be fighting Argentinians
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| With his gun not his guitar
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| He used to walk so tall
|
| You know he’d hurt no one at all
|
| Chased the girls around the world
|
| Danced them round the dance halls
|
| We’d have a drink and then he’d sink
|
| Into nostalgic talk
|
| We carried him home in the fallen snow
|
| When he was too drunk to walk
|
| Then came the day
|
| We were sent away
|
| We got our papers
|
| Posted trough the door
|
| And sent off to war
|
| Dear old Tom
|
| He’d sing a song and he’d play the guitar
|
| He’d tell you all the stories
|
| Of his travels near and far
|
| Signed up one day to learn a trade
|
| But that dream didn’t go far
|
| He’d be fighting Argentinians
|
| With his gun not his guitar |