Sam Smith

Sam Smith was an old man by the time I first saw him

Wild eyes and a wicked beard hangin’ from his chin

I thought I’d seen the devil as a boy in ‘99

But Daddy called him the hermit from on the border line

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He said they’re never gonna take him back again

And march him off to war

Where grey headed men in long wool coats assign their bloody chores

They can look but they won’t find old Sam Smith this time

He’s somewhere north of Canan hill along the border line

They say old Sam was a veteran he rode in the cavalry

He came home on a limpin’ leg sometime in ‘63

He bought a saw and a scatter gun at Gadway’s General Store

He said I’m takin’ 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…

Now every month on the 25^th he’d come back to the store

With broken down old blue tick that would wait outside the door

And he’d yell “Where’s my check from the government

And I want a block of cheese”

And he’d fold it in a handkerchief he kept up in his sleeve

Chorus:

No they’re never gonna take me back again

And march me off to war

Where grey headed men in long wool coats assign their bloody chores

They can look but they’re never gonna find old Sam Smith this time

He’s somewhere north of Canan hill along the border line