Why be a fool when you can chase away your blind and your gloom I have blessed each one of these bullets and they shine just like a spoon To have sixty silver wishes is a small price to pay They'll be your private little fishes and they'll never swim away I just want you to be happy That's my only little wish I'll fix your wagon and your musket and the spoon will have his dish And I shudder at the thought of your poor empty hunter's pouch So I'll keep the wind from your barrel and bless the ro (azchords.com)
