Momento
Harold Smith from lower Horse creek
A momento of a piece of leather from his boot
All that remains of another pot thief
A hillside farmer had to shoot
Nothing new under the sun
A momento among the trees
A chasing after the wind
A momento among the trees
She said I ain't seen you lately
I said"I know
I've been alone among the trees"
Stuck in the quicksand below the water fall
With a momento, a rotted log and maple leaves
Deep in a hole playing poker
The farmer started diggin out
With the growing season almost over
From his post above the crop he was looking out
Harold Smith from lower Horse creek
A momento of a piece of leather from his boot
All that remains of another pot thief
A hillside farmer had to shoot
Nothing new under the sun
A momento among the trees
A chasing after the wind
A momento among the trees
Slipped into the crop at daylight
From 40 yards he got burned up with some bird shot
Like a fool he returned fire
Got finished off with double aught
Harold Smith from lower Horse creek
A momento of a piece of leather from his boot
All that remains of another pot thief
A hillside farmer had to shoot
Nothing new under the sun
A momento among the trees
A chasing after the wind
A momento among the trees
A momento of a piece of leather from his boot
All that remains of another pot thief
A hillside farmer had to shoot
Nothing new under the sun
A momento among the trees
A chasing after the wind
A momento among the trees
She said I ain't seen you lately
I said"I know
I've been alone among the trees"
Stuck in the quicksand below the water fall
With a momento, a rotted log and maple leaves
Deep in a hole playing poker
The farmer started diggin out
With the growing season almost over
From his post above the crop he was looking out
Harold Smith from lower Horse creek
A momento of a piece of leather from his boot
All that remains of another pot thief
A hillside farmer had to shoot
Nothing new under the sun
A momento among the trees
A chasing after the wind
A momento among the trees
Slipped into the crop at daylight
From 40 yards he got burned up with some bird shot
Like a fool he returned fire
Got finished off with double aught
Harold Smith from lower Horse creek
A momento of a piece of leather from his boot
All that remains of another pot thief
A hillside farmer had to shoot
Nothing new under the sun
A momento among the trees
A chasing after the wind
A momento among the trees
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Writer(s): John Gay
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