Bill Grogan's goat, was feeling fine,
Ate three red shirts from off the line.
Bill took a stick, gave him three whacks,
And tied him to the railroad tracks.
The whistle blew, the train drew nigh,
Bill Grogan's goat was doomed to die.
He gave three groans of greastest pain
Coughed up those shirts, and flagged the train.
And....Flagged...the....Train.
--Old song (and relax, I am done with the old songs.)
2 comments:
chuck keep them coming I like them!
I like your old songs. I don't know where I've been but I haven't heard any of those. Paula
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