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Pioneer stress
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Just over that hill there I shot me a bear
Had a head like a boulder. Stood ten foot, I swear!
He came down off the mountain, must have been early June
I'd planted the cotton 'neath the light of the moon
The horses got nervous as he stunk up the farm
Ol' Boots got to hollerin' then he took for the barn
I grabbed my rifle, and prepared for the hunt
And I whispered to the Almighty "You can come if you want
I crept 'cross the meadow 'neath that big yellow moon
I had no trouble seein', it was bright as high noon
All the crickets were speechless. I didn't hear a peep
And I followed their example and silenced my feet
I could tell you I'm fearless, and what I did was so brave.
Well maybe David and Goliath were prepared for the grave,
But my bones were tremblin' like the tracks 'neath a train
That had lost it's sole brakeman down a mountain of pain
There are things in this world that we can't overcome
It' a shame we don't know 'em till we've lost or till we've won
But I tracked down that varmit and I blowed off his head
And life' a little easier now. I thank God he's dead
I built this here homestead, and I pray I'll get old
But there's times when this old cabin here just won't fight the cold
Had a head like a boulder. Stood ten foot, I swear!
He came down off the mountain, must have been early June
I'd planted the cotton 'neath the light of the moon
The horses got nervous as he stunk up the farm
Ol' Boots got to hollerin' then he took for the barn
I grabbed my rifle, and prepared for the hunt
And I whispered to the Almighty "You can come if you want
I crept 'cross the meadow 'neath that big yellow moon
I had no trouble seein', it was bright as high noon
All the crickets were speechless. I didn't hear a peep
And I followed their example and silenced my feet
I could tell you I'm fearless, and what I did was so brave.
Well maybe David and Goliath were prepared for the grave,
But my bones were tremblin' like the tracks 'neath a train
That had lost it's sole brakeman down a mountain of pain
There are things in this world that we can't overcome
It' a shame we don't know 'em till we've lost or till we've won
But I tracked down that varmit and I blowed off his head
And life' a little easier now. I thank God he's dead
I built this here homestead, and I pray I'll get old
But there's times when this old cabin here just won't fight the cold
aclarke
Well told. Nice playing and singing was spot on for this tune! Wasn't what I was expecting based on the the listed genre... but what a great surprise!