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Buffalo Soldier

de John Holt

When I used to go to school, You know they taught me the golden rule. They say: "Son you better know yourself, Because in times to come it's going to be dread."

An' now me gone a Up Park Camp, Me neva waan go a Up Park Camp. An' now me gone a Up Park Camp, Me neva waan go a Up Park Camp.

Why didn't I take their advice? If I did, I would be living in style. God know I wasn't born to be wild.

An' now me gone a Up Park Camp, Me neva waan go a Up Park Camp. An' now me gone a Up Park Camp, Me neva waan go a Up Park Camp.

Oh mother, I wish you were around, To see your son, how he's bouncing around. Yous like ___ (?) Oh mother, I wish you were around, Wish you were around, mother, mother, Wish you were around.

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When I used to go to school, You know they taught me the golden rule. They say: "Son you better know yourself, Because in times to come it's going to be dread."

An' now me gone a Up Park Camp, Me neva waan go a Up Park Camp. An' now me gone a Up Park Camp, Me neva waan go a Up Park Camp.

Why didn't I take their advice? If I did, I would be living in style. God know I wasn't born to be wild.

An' now me gone a Up Park Camp, Me neva waan go a Up Park Camp. An' now me gone a Up Park Camp, Me neva waan go a Up Park Camp.

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