A flat-footed traveler came in off the street
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And opened up his carpet bag of Persian at my feet
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And gathering up the remnant trampled 'neath his heels
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I've come for your brother he said pointin' to the fields
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Blazing now flames of blue
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Brace yourself I will take him from you
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His face was not angelical saintly in the least
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And I could tell from his accent he was from the East
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And I took him for a cripple he walked with a cane
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I've come for your brother he said pointin' to the plains
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Blazing now flames of blue
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Brace yourself I will take him from you
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Take him from you
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Ooh ooh ooh
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Now the New World flags are flyin' ships are on alert
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The orders sent out overseas mustn't be overheard
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While information flickers in her war machines
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Me I have my orders and lamps of kerosene
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Blazing now flames of blue
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Brace yourself I will take him from you
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I will take him from you
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Ooh ooh ooh
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I will take him from you
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I will take him from you
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I will take him
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Ooh ooh ooh
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I WILL TAKE HIM
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| Grant Lee Buffalo |
