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On Top Of Old Smoky again

Posted on January 25th, 2010 by superadmin

On top of old Smoky
All covered with sand
I shot my true love
with a red rubber band
I shot her with care
I shot her with pride
Who could have missed her,
She was forty feet wide
I went to her funeral
I went to her grave
While the others threw flowers
I through hand grenades.

-Trent Eades, These were learned while I was in grade school in Great Falls, Montana:
Circa third of fourth grade, 1973 or 1974

One Response to "On Top Of Old Smoky again"

  1. A version from Minnetonka, MN, mid-2000s:
    On top of a mountain
    All covered in mud
    I shot my friend Barney
    With a fifty inch gun.

    I went to his funeral
    I peed on his grave
    Some people threw flowers
    But I threw grenades.

    Forty years later
    He rose from the dead
    I took my bazooka
    And shot off his head.

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