Over And Over

Foul trimmings are making me cringe.

My liningís burnt to a speckled singe.

Iíve had too much; I canít take no more.

Just another blast and Iím gone for sure.

Over and over again

Into my arm I send

The stuff that destroys good men.

Itís a wonder that I aint dead.

Iím on the edge; itíll be here soon.

Iím near the brink of the coming doom.

Sinking fastÖyou better cancel hope.

Forget about me and cut the rope.

Over and over again

Into my arm I send.

The stuff that destroys good men.

Itís a wonder that I aint dead.

Banastre Tarleton

1970

NO. 40

 

Discography and Recording Info:

N/A

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

158