16 shells from a 30-6

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plugged 16 shells from a thirty-aught-six, and the black crow flew through, a hole in the sky, and i spent all my buttons on an old pack mule, and i made me a ladder ftom a pawn shop marimba, and i leaned it up against a dandelion tree, leaned it up against a dandelion tree, leaned it up against a dandelion tree, well i cooked them feathers on the iron spit, and i filled me a sachel full of old pig corn, and i beat me a billy from an old french horn, and kicked that mule to the top of the tree, kicked that mule to the top of the tree, blew me a hole 'bout the size of a kickdrum, and i cut me a switch from a long branch elbow, i'm gonna whittle you into kindlin', black crow 16 shells from a thirty-aught-six, whittle you into kindlin', black crow 16 shells from a thirty-aught-six, well i slept in the hotter of a dry creek bed, and i tore out the buckets from a red corvette, tore out the buckets from a red corvette, lionel, dave and the butcher made three, you got to meet me by the knuckles of the skinny bone tree, with the strings of a washburn, stretched like a clothesline, you know me and that mule scrambled right through the hole, me and that mule scrambled right through the hole, i'm gonna whittle you into kindlin', black crow 16 shells ftom a thirty-aught-six, whittle you into kindlin', black crow 16 shells from a thirty-aught-six, now i hold him prisoner in a washburn jail, and i strapped it on the back of my old kick mule, strapped it on the back of my old kick mule, bang on the strings just to drive him crazy, and i strum it toud just to rattle his cage, strum it loud just to rattle his cage, strum it loud just to rattle his cage, strum it loud just to rattle his cage, i'm gonna whittle you into kindlin', black crow 16 shells from a thirty-aught-six, whittle you into kindlin', black crow 16 shells from a thirty-aught-six