Sam Smith

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Sam Smith was an old man, by the 
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time I first saw him.
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Wild eyes and a wicked beard, 
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hanging from his chin.
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I thought I’d seen the devil, as a
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 boy in ‘99.
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My daddy called him the hermit, 
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from on the borderline.

[Chorus]
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He said They’re never gonna take 
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him back again, and march him off to
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 war.
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Where grey-headed men in long wool
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 coats assign their bloody chores.
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They can look, but they won’t 
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find, old Sam Smith this time.
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He’s somewhere North of Canaan 
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Hill along borderline.

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They say Old Sam was a veteran, he
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 rode in the cavalry,
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Came home on a limping leg 
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sometime in ‘63.
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Bought a saw and a scattergun at 
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Scagway's general store.
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He said, “I’m taking to the woods 
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so they won’t find me anymore.”

[Chorus]
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No, they’re never gonna take me 
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back again, and march me off to war.
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Where grey-headed men in long wool
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 coats assign their bloody chores.
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They can look, but they won't 
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find, old Sam Smith this time.
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He’s somewhere north of Canaan 
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Hill out on the borderline.

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Now every month on the 
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twenty-fifth, he’d come back to the 
store.
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With a broken down old blue tick 
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that would wait outside the door.
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and He'd yell “Where’s my check 
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from the government, and I want a 
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block of cheese.”
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Then he'd fold it in a 
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handkerchief he kept up in his 
sleeve.

[Chorus]
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No, they’re never gonna take me 
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back again, and march me off to war.
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Where grey-headed men in long wool
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 coats assign their bloody chores.
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They can look, they're never 
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gonna find, old Sam Smith this time.
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He’s somewhere north of Canaan 
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Hill along the borderline.