
The Ballad of John F. Fahey Robert Hazard
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Woke up this morning to the call of the crow
Knew it would bid no good
Heard the sparrow like a baby cryin' in the willow wood
The sun came up I made love to my wife
Then I strapped on my gun
I had a feeling about the day ahead, it was an ominous one
Down at the station my desk was a mess
My secretary's getting so old
I shuffled papers and I answered the phone and drank my coffee cold
I've got a picture of my wife and my kids up on the gray metal file
One of my sons runs a grain elevator, the other one just runs wild
A-woo, a-woo
The call came in at a quarter to ten
I ran out and lit up the car
Made it to Sherburne in two minutes flat, pulled up outside the bar
The owner was layin' on the sidewalk cryin', with a bullet hole in his side
He said "he's in there and he's got a gun" and then he just curled up and died
I ran up the alley I snuck around back, slid in the service door
There was a man in a mask with a gun in his hand
Pickin' money up off the floor
Knew it would bid no good
Heard the sparrow like a baby cryin' in the willow wood
The sun came up I made love to my wife
Then I strapped on my gun
I had a feeling about the day ahead, it was an ominous one
Down at the station my desk was a mess
My secretary's getting so old
I shuffled papers and I answered the phone and drank my coffee cold
I've got a picture of my wife and my kids up on the gray metal file
One of my sons runs a grain elevator, the other one just runs wild
A-woo, a-woo
The call came in at a quarter to ten
I ran out and lit up the car
Made it to Sherburne in two minutes flat, pulled up outside the bar
The owner was layin' on the sidewalk cryin', with a bullet hole in his side
He said "he's in there and he's got a gun" and then he just curled up and died
I ran up the alley I snuck around back, slid in the service door
There was a man in a mask with a gun in his hand
Pickin' money up off the floor
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