(Feltenberger/Badlees)
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Well, he died at 39
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Some kinda pill and homemade wine
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He left his english bride
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And a love he couldn't deny behind
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Folks have come to say
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He nearly gave the land away
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He couldn't understand
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How a man could own the land anyway
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(Chorus)
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When Grandpa had had his fill
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He'd take a walk up old ore hill
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To the land of a thousand shadows
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And things would come around
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From the day that he was born
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The mountain had been his home
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He'd sit late afternoon
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Watch the shadows reach the moon alone
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Then shewanakw-nan came
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And things began to change
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He dealt against his will
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And moved down off the hill ashamed
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(Chorus)
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Well, he died at 39
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Glad to leave this world behind
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Tired of holding on
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To a place he didn't belong
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To find.....
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That grandpa had lost his will
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To take a walk up old ore hill
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To the land of a thousand shadows
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and things would come around
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(Chorus)
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Ore Hill
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| The Badlees |
