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Two Little Boys
04:26
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Two little boys had two little toys
Each had a wooden horse
Gaily they played each summer’s day
Warriors both of course
Then one little chap had himself a mishap
Broke off his horse’s head
Cried for his toy then for joy
When he heard what his brother said…
Did you think I’d leave you crying?
When there’s room on my horse for two
Climb up here Jack and don’t be crying
She can go just as fast with two
When we grow up we’ll both be soldiers
And our horses will not be toys
And I wonder if we’ll remember
When we were two little boys
Long years had passed war came so fast
Bravely they marched away
Cannons roared loud and in the mad crowd
Wounded and dying lay
Up goes a shout a horse dashes out
Out from the ranks so blue
Galloped away to where Joe lay
Then came a voice he knew…
Did you think I’d leave you dying?
When there’s room on my horse for two
Climb up here Joe we'll soon be flying
I can go just a fast with two
What’d you say Joe I’m all a-tremble
Perhaps it’s the battle’s noise
But I think it’s that I remember
When we were two little boys
Did you think I’d leave you dying?
When there’s room on my horse for two
Climb up here Joe we’ll soon be flying
Back to the ranks so blue
Can you feel Joe I’m all a-tremble
But it’s not from the battle’s noise
I think it’s that I remember
When we were two little boys
When we were two little boys
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Buddie
02:12
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What would you’ve done with all those years?
Spared Flora’s heart from burnin’
Tell me, who were you?
Who would you have been?
Would you have made your papa proud?
The world was yours for makin’
Tell me, who were you?
Who would you have been?
Tell me, who were you Buddie?
Who’d you have been?
How many summers did you lose?
Would you have been on the right side?
Tell me, who were you?
Who would you have been?
Would you choose love instead of hate?
And had yourself such a good ride
Tell me, who were you?
Who would you have been?
Tell me, who were you Buddie?
Who would you have been?
Tell me, who were you?
Did you have more?
Tell me who were you, buddie?
What was this for?
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Kirby
02:38
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How quickly a boy becomes a man
Living for two wasn’t exactly the plan
Though it’s clear it’s not your fault
It’s still a load that you bear
They say time can heal all things
That all depends on what tomorrow brings
Eldest son it ain’t much fun
But it’s now the role that you wear
Push it down…run away
Live to fight another day
Time goes on…it’s still there
Close your eyes and say a prayer
How quickly the years they pass on by
Never closer but still you try
To fix it all, maybe fix yourself
After all this time it’s still there
Now you’ve got a wife and boy
Allow yourself to soak up the joy
Watch that boy grow into his own
Enjoy the privilege of growing old
Push it down…run away
Live to fight another day
Time went on…it’s your turn
Close your eyes get what you’ve earned
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El Camaron
05:44
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A name long forgotten
And a body long rotten
And blood long dried on the stone
The loss of one’s breath
From dancing with death
In the graveyard he once called home
He was just twenty-nine
For him life was fine
Just rambling, living out, living free
Went down to catch a drink
But nobody would ever think
Of such a bloody mess
On the banks of the spring
He was the last man to hang
The last man to swing
The last one for El Camaron
They said he was wild
With the mind of a child
But still they’d want an eye for an eye
It don’t forgive what he did
Killing the kid
But two wrongs
Won’t make it right
A madman they say
Was born for the grave
And the same can be said for us all
A few men before
Have gone through that door
And now
He’ll be the last one to fall
He was the last man to hang
The last one to sway
The last one for El Camaron
No llores mi hermano
Tu cuidas a nuestra madre
Y susurra una oración por mi
Tras un frajo y nos veremos
Me voy al cielo o al infierno
Una caída me hará libre
Maria mi madre
El hijo, y padre
Saca me alma de aqui
Me pondre de rodillas
Suplicar al Señor
Concédeme un poco de paz
El ultimo en colgar
El ultimo columpiar
El ultimo para El Camaron
He was the last man to hang
The last one to swing
The last one for El Camaron
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Anthony Prater San Antonio, Texas
San Antonio, Texas
Songwriter. Storyteller.
Exploring history through roots music.
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