Sam Smith

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

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

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

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

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

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

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