The Croquet King

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Bobby Jack Miller was a real lady 
killer from way back
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Word got around, all the women in 
town called him Brutus
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He was a cross between Charlie 
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Sheen and Pat Sajak
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He wore dark sox, green air walks 
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and Ber-mudas

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Bobby Jack Miller had a knack for 
the whacking of a croquet ball
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It was fact, when he whacked you 
could feel it in the back of your 
ribcage
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Hear what I'm sayin' you could tell 
who's playin' by the shake of the 
wall
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With his mallet in the air comin' 
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down you'd swear it was a 12 gauge


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He was a Croquet King (Bobby Jack, 
Bobby Jack)
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He got a nine ring, swing (Bobby 
Jack, Bobby Jack)
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When he swings that mallet, you can
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 hear it ring,
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he was a Croquet King (Bobby Jack, 
Bobby Jack)

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So he took his forte and found him a
 way, to make a liv-in'
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He was a self made man with a 
farmer's tan on his neck
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He had a girl named Sophie to carry 
every and trophy and ribbon
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When it came down to money Bobbie's
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 honey never looked at the check


[Chorus]
         Bm
He was a Croquet King (Bobby Jack, 
Bobby Jack)
         Bm
He got a nine ring, swing (Bobby 
Jack, Bobby Jack)
        Em                         
When he swings that mallet, you can
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 hear it ring,
         Bm
he was a Croquet King (Bobby Jack, 
Bobby Jack)

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Bm Em Em Bm   Bm
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Bobby Jack Miller was killed in 
Manila by a fly ball
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Clobbered by a scamp at a Croquet 
camp in his honor
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Missed the other players went 
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through a couple of layers of dry 
wall
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[Rubato] He didn't have a chance,
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it got him in the pants, he was a 
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gon-er


[Chorus]
         Bm
He was a Croquet King (Bobby Jack, 
Bobby Jack)
         Bm
He got a nine ring, swing (Bobby 
Jack, Bobby Jack)
        Em                         
When he swings that mallet, you can
 F#
 hear it ring,
         Bm
he was a Croquet King (Bobby Jack, 
Bobby Jack)