@migu music@

He says, “Okay, big mouth, you make me,” BAM knocked him out flatter than piss on a plate.

Some say it’s a river but he called it a moat.

Had his own little island, that old billy goat.

Smoked a meerschaum pipe and wore a dirty old robe.

Wouldn’t move for nothing, that stubborn old soul.

Just stood on his rock in the winter, in cold

watched the river rising out of control.

Ain’t nobody did nothing so I scud up a boat.

I ran down to the beach and then I heard him clear his throat.

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Ain’t nobody lives forever, no one at all.

So hoist your anchor, fair the weather and answer the call

I paddled upstream thinking ‘bout what he’d said.

Was he some kind of genius or just touched in the head?

He never lived in fear, followed or lead.

As the river got higher he never flinched or fled.

Buckets of tears ‘cause the island was gone.

I was the last one there and I heard his song.

There was something from nothing and nothing could hold

his final refrain from being untold.

Nothing could hold his final refrain from being untold

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Nothing could hold his final refrain from being untold

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