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« on: March 22, 2009, 11:31:37 AM »
This is actually a song I wrote a few years back, but a song is nothing more than a poem with music. This is called "The Night the Old School Ourhouse Burnt Down"
I've got a story I'm going to tell
it happened long ago but I remember it well
It was the night the old school outhouse burnt down
That old outhouse was made for three
it stood underneath a big elm tree
about thirty yards or so behind the school
On the floor was a Sears catalog
and an old wood box of new corn cobs
a spider had it's web above the door
Well, that spider, the bugs and the bluetail flies
those little critters, they lost their lives
the night the old school outhouse burnt down.
I never will forget that sight
the raging fire neath the pale moonlight
the night the old school outhouse burnt down
Now, people came from all over town
to watch that old outhouse burn down
there was talk as to how that fire began
You could smell the odor of kerosene
but no other evidence was seen
people knew it was no accident.
So, the sheriff decided to snoop around
he talked to every kid in town
no one would admit to the dirty deed
That night I chuckled as I layed in bed
thinking of the Sheriff and what I'd said
I told him I didn't know a thing at all
Now, I'm so glad that no one seen
how nice I poured that kerosene
and struck the match that burnt the outhouse down.
Years have passed but still I see
that raging fire neath the big elm tree
the night the old school outhouse burnt down
Yes, the spider, the bugs and the bluetail flies
those little critters, they lost theri lives
the night the old school outhouse burnt down.