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the ballad of william sycamore - tom russell lyrics

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my father was a mountaineer
his fist was a knotty hammer
he was quick on his feet like a runnin’ deer
and he spoke with a yankee stammer

and some are wrapped in linen fine
and some like a godling’s scion
but i was cradled on twigs of pine
in the skin of a mountain lion

i lost my boyhood and found my wife
a girl like a salem clipper
a woman as straight as a hunting knife
with eyes as bright as the dipper

we cleared our camp where the buffalo feed
unheard of streams were our flagons
and i sowed my sons like apple seed
on the trail of the western wagons

they were right, tight boys, never sulky or slow
a fruitful, goodly muster
the eldest died at the alamo
and the youngest fell with custer

the letter that told it burned my hand
i smiled and said, “so be it!”
but i could not live when they fenced my land
oh it broke my heart just to see it

i saddled the red, unbroken colt
i rode him into the day there
but he threw me down like a thunderbolt
and he rolled on me as i lay there

now i lie in the heart of the fat, black soil
like the seed of a prairie thistle
it has washed my bones in honey and oil
and it’s picked ’em as clean as a whistle

and my youth returns, like the rains of spring
my sons, like wild geese flying
and i lie and i hear the meadowlark sing
and there’s much content in my dying

go play with the town you have built out of blocks
the towns where you may have bound me
i sleep in the earth like a tired old fox
and my buffalo have found me

i sleep in the earth like a tired old fox,
and my buffalo have found me

- tom russell lyrics

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