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Bobby Bare

Genres: Country

Paul Lyrics - Bobby Bare

Well he rode through the woods on a big blue ox 

He had fists as hard as choppin' blocks 

Five hundred pounds and nine feet tall that's Paul 

Talk about working when he swung his ax you could hear it ring for a mile and half 

He'd yell timber and down she'd fall for Paul 

Talk about drinkin' that man's so mean that he'd never drink nothin' but kerosene 

A five gallon can is a little bit small for Paul 

Talk about women that man's so lusty 

Needs a woman ever hour just to keep from gettin' rusty 

Young ones run and the old ones crawl to Paul 

Talk about tough well he once had a fight with a thunderstorm on a cold dark night 

I ain't sayin' who won but it don't storm at all round here thanks to Paul 

He was ninety years old when he said with a sigh 

Said I think I'm gonna lay right down and die 

Cause sunshine and sorrow I've seen it all says Paul 

Says there ain't no man alive can kill me ain't no woman left can thrill me 

And I think a heaven just might be a ball says Paul 

So he died and we cried 

It took eighteen men just to bust that ground 

Took three or four more just to lower him down 

Then we covered him up and we figured that was all for Paul 

But late one night the trees started shaking 

And the dogs started barking and the earth started quaking 

And out of the ground with the hi ye all came Paul 

Well he shook the dirt from off his clothes 

He scratched his ass and wiped his nose 

You know being dead wasn't no fun at all says Paul 

He said now up in heaven they got harps on their knees 

They got clouds and wings but they got no trees 

I don't think that's much of a heaven at all says Paul 

So he jumps on his ox with a fare thee well 

He said I'll find out if they got trees in hell 

And he rode away and that was all we ever seen of Paul 

Butthe next time you hear a timber yell 

That sounds like it's comin' from the pits of hell 

Then a boomin' laugh and a ghostly wail like somebody choppin' on the devil's tail 

Then a shout and a call a crash and a fall 

That ain't no mortal man at all that's just Paul 

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