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a copper Now little Bo Peep has lost her jeep Oh my, why must her joy end? Now her little jeep is layin' in a heap And the guardhouse has her boyfriend
the work, said the shavetails Yeahhhhh said the sergeants March to the guardhouse said the corporals Beer, beer, beer said the privates Merry men are we
Free in the west hills Free in the west hills If this life was meant for proving I could use more years to live But fifteen in a guardhouse That's
the west hills If this life was meant for proving Could use more years to live But fifteen in a guardhouse That's more than I'm willing to give And if
to kill the horses that run Free in the west hills If this life was meant for proving I could use more years to live But fifteen in a guardhouse Is
Follow your heart where it leads you Don't end up like me The Indian in the guardhouse used to spin me yarns Stories of canyons and Boston in winter
the joke's on us Keep trying to find a place to hide The joke's on us the joke's on us Why do we choose to stay inside The watchman in the guardhouse lied
at the guardhouse and both of em didn't talk at all The CO said come now this your time to go make one call But only you cause your buddy there has been here before
never mend I'll wait for his shift Go in through the guardhouse The bleary-eyed old watchman is never awake Got a man on the ship There to cart all
will be my final stop A guardhouse built, brick by brick, by sin A place of suffering My garden of silence
never mend I'll wait for his shift Go in through the guardhouse The bleary-eyed old watchman is never awake Got a man on the ship There to cart all
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