"Old Uncle Sam come down the road, tall and straight and slim
He had a shotgun in his hand and his face was hard and grim
His heels was kickin' up the dust with every step he took
And when I asked him what was wrong his whiskers fairly shook
He had a shotgun in his hand and his face was hard and grim
His heels was kickin' up the dust with every step he took
And when I asked him what was wrong his whiskers fairly shook
...
I ain’t got time to talk says he, I’m in a powerful stew
So get your gun and come along, we’ve got a job to do"
So get your gun and come along, we’ve got a job to do"
VIA CARSEN ROBINSON
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