(Richard Dobson)
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Mamma's in the kitchen rattlin' pans and the baby cries,
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On the TV news, somebody died
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He was a crazy biker in a motorcycle ridin' daredevil show,
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In Merry England, oh,... twenty seven years old
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He was tryin' to break the record,
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For jumpin' over cars, he was the champ
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He fell a little bit short... oh, hit the ramp
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This is the story, sad and it's gory of Robin Winter-Smith
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He was a very brave man if you get my drift
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'Cause he waved to the crowd, headed down the runway like a
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Man possessed, Robin Winter-Smith... I guess he did his best
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I make a livin' a-playin' these songs and I hang out in bars
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I play my guitar... oh, but honey, I don't jump over cars
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Mamma's in the kitchen rattlin' pans and the baby cries,
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On the TV news... somebody died
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He was a crazy biker in a motorcycle ridin' daredevil show,
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In Merry England, oh,... twenty seven years old
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Ballad Of Robin Winter-Smith
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Nanci Griffith |