I Think You Should Leave With Tim Robinson - The Day That Robert Palins Murdered Me Cifras

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The church bells they were ringing
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The clouds were low and brown
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The horses they were neighing
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The day Robert Palins shot me down
 
He rode into town on a jet black mare
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Spat and hitched her to a tree
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He made his way to the town saloon
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The day Robert Palin’s murdered me
 
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It was also the night that
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The skeletons came to life
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They came from under the ground
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And From All Over-
 
 
Palins grabbed the preachers daughter
 
And aimed his shooter at my crown
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He cocked that crooked hammer back
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And he brought that hammer down
 
Exactly!
 
 
The bones are the skeletons' money
 
In our world bones equal dollars
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That’s why they’re coming out tonight
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To get their bones from you
 
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The skeletons will pull your hair
 
Up but not out, all they wants
 
Another chance at life
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They’ve never seen so much food as this
 
Underground there’s half as much food
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As this the worms are their money
 
The bones are their dollars-
 
 
The bullet it ripped inside my chest
 
The clouds they did storm
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My sweet Marie she cried for me
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And then I was no more
 
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And it was also the night that
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The skeletons came to life
 
 
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The bones are their money so are the worms
 
They pull your hair up but not out
 
To turn into a man to
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Have another chance at life
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But if they pull it out they turn to bones
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