Boone
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โฑ๏ธ 2:48 duration
๐ ID: 12277020
๐ Lyrics
Boone had a colt and a frying pan
A quarter horse, American
Half a heart, fully a man
And the greed of Eve and ol' Satan
Boone stole nickels and Boone stole dimes
To fill the hole and mask his pride
Though his mother said that the way of life
Was ever better in a poor man's mind
But Boone found that he had no peace
Licking the dirt and kicking the streets
Till he gambled a cent and came back with three
Bad bad Boone became a thief
No good could be found in Boone
No Robin Hood and no whistled tune
To the guilt of God he was immune
As that cursed greed just grew and grew
He had no wife, no boundary line
No cowboy code or moral sight
No child that he wouldn't fight
No widow safe from the cheatin' lies
What hurt another, ain't hurt him
He'd do anything for a pretty little gem
A coin in the bank, worth a whole damn limb
Cash ever flowing, spirit so grim
Rich in pocket, poor in love
His soul went down and the money went up
He died before he could fill his cup
And what a pointless life that was
Ain't no money gonna bring Boone back
From dust he came and that's what lasts
Good ol' dirt, we all shall pass
The rich the poor, both withered grass
Here lays Boone, so fully man
Forgotten on his piece of land
And buried with his frying pan
And the greed of Eve and ol' Satan
A quarter horse, American
Half a heart, fully a man
And the greed of Eve and ol' Satan
Boone stole nickels and Boone stole dimes
To fill the hole and mask his pride
Though his mother said that the way of life
Was ever better in a poor man's mind
But Boone found that he had no peace
Licking the dirt and kicking the streets
Till he gambled a cent and came back with three
Bad bad Boone became a thief
No good could be found in Boone
No Robin Hood and no whistled tune
To the guilt of God he was immune
As that cursed greed just grew and grew
He had no wife, no boundary line
No cowboy code or moral sight
No child that he wouldn't fight
No widow safe from the cheatin' lies
What hurt another, ain't hurt him
He'd do anything for a pretty little gem
A coin in the bank, worth a whole damn limb
Cash ever flowing, spirit so grim
Rich in pocket, poor in love
His soul went down and the money went up
He died before he could fill his cup
And what a pointless life that was
Ain't no money gonna bring Boone back
From dust he came and that's what lasts
Good ol' dirt, we all shall pass
The rich the poor, both withered grass
Here lays Boone, so fully man
Forgotten on his piece of land
And buried with his frying pan
And the greed of Eve and ol' Satan
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:07.53] Boone had a colt and a frying pan
[00:09.84] A quarter horse, American
[00:11.94] Half a heart, fully a man
[00:14.01] And the greed of Eve and ol' Satan
[00:16.74]
[00:24.36] Boone stole nickels and Boone stole dimes
[00:26.78] To fill the hole and mask his pride
[00:28.56] Though his mother said that the way of life
[00:30.69] Was ever better in a poor man's mind
[00:33.04]
[00:40.97] But Boone found that he had no peace
[00:43.35] Licking the dirt and kicking the streets
[00:45.38] Till he gambled a cent and came back with three
[00:47.34] Bad bad Boone became a thief
[00:49.81]
[00:57.92] No good could be found in Boone
[01:00.02] No Robin Hood and no whistled tune
[01:01.88] To the guilt of God he was immune
[01:04.07] As that cursed greed just grew and grew
[01:06.35]
[01:14.64] He had no wife, no boundary line
[01:16.37] No cowboy code or moral sight
[01:18.55] No child that he wouldn't fight
[01:20.54] No widow safe from the cheatin' lies
[01:23.06]
[01:30.90] What hurt another, ain't hurt him
[01:33.26] He'd do anything for a pretty little gem
[01:35.31] A coin in the bank, worth a whole damn limb
[01:37.47] Cash ever flowing, spirit so grim
[01:39.81]
[01:47.83] Rich in pocket, poor in love
[01:49.88] His soul went down and the money went up
[01:52.01] He died before he could fill his cup
[01:54.14] And what a pointless life that was
[01:56.82]
[02:04.42] Ain't no money gonna bring Boone back
[02:06.71] From dust he came and that's what lasts
[02:08.56] Good ol' dirt, we all shall pass
[02:10.66] The rich the poor, both withered grass
[02:13.03]
[02:21.25] Here lays Boone, so fully man
[02:23.51] Forgotten on his piece of land
[02:25.77] And buried with his frying pan
[02:27.52] And the greed of Eve and ol' Satan
[02:30.29]
[00:09.84] A quarter horse, American
[00:11.94] Half a heart, fully a man
[00:14.01] And the greed of Eve and ol' Satan
[00:16.74]
[00:24.36] Boone stole nickels and Boone stole dimes
[00:26.78] To fill the hole and mask his pride
[00:28.56] Though his mother said that the way of life
[00:30.69] Was ever better in a poor man's mind
[00:33.04]
[00:40.97] But Boone found that he had no peace
[00:43.35] Licking the dirt and kicking the streets
[00:45.38] Till he gambled a cent and came back with three
[00:47.34] Bad bad Boone became a thief
[00:49.81]
[00:57.92] No good could be found in Boone
[01:00.02] No Robin Hood and no whistled tune
[01:01.88] To the guilt of God he was immune
[01:04.07] As that cursed greed just grew and grew
[01:06.35]
[01:14.64] He had no wife, no boundary line
[01:16.37] No cowboy code or moral sight
[01:18.55] No child that he wouldn't fight
[01:20.54] No widow safe from the cheatin' lies
[01:23.06]
[01:30.90] What hurt another, ain't hurt him
[01:33.26] He'd do anything for a pretty little gem
[01:35.31] A coin in the bank, worth a whole damn limb
[01:37.47] Cash ever flowing, spirit so grim
[01:39.81]
[01:47.83] Rich in pocket, poor in love
[01:49.88] His soul went down and the money went up
[01:52.01] He died before he could fill his cup
[01:54.14] And what a pointless life that was
[01:56.82]
[02:04.42] Ain't no money gonna bring Boone back
[02:06.71] From dust he came and that's what lasts
[02:08.56] Good ol' dirt, we all shall pass
[02:10.66] The rich the poor, both withered grass
[02:13.03]
[02:21.25] Here lays Boone, so fully man
[02:23.51] Forgotten on his piece of land
[02:25.77] And buried with his frying pan
[02:27.52] And the greed of Eve and ol' Satan
[02:30.29]