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There was Robbie Jones
He used to walk so tall
You know he'd hurt no one at all
Chased the girls around the world
Danced them round the dance halls
We'd have a drink and then he'd sink
Into nostalgic talk
We carried him home in the fallen snow
When he was too drunk to walk
Then came the day
We were sent away
We got our papers
Posted trough the door
And sent off to war
Dear old Tom
He'd sing a song and he'd play the guitar
He'd tell you all the stories
Of his travels near and far
Signed up one day to learn a trade
But that dream didn't go far
He'd be fighting Argentinians
With his gun not his guitar
He used to walk so tall
You know he'd hurt no one at all
Chased the girls around the world
Danced them round the dance halls
We'd have a drink and then he'd sink
Into nostalgic talk
We carried him home in the fallen snow
When he was too drunk to walk

Then came the day
We were sent away
We got our papers
Posted trough the door
And sent off to war

Dear old Tom
He'd sing a song and he'd play the guitar
He'd tell you all the stories
Of his travels near and far
Signed up one day to learn a trade
But that dream didn't go far
He'd be fighting Argentinians
With his gun not his guitar
There was Robbie Jones   He used to walk so tall    You know he'd hurt no one at all    Chased the girls around the world    Danced them round the dance halls    We'd have a drink and then he'd sink    Into nostalgic talk    We carried him home in the fallen snow    When he was too drunk to walk    Then came the day    We were sent away    We got our papers    Posted trough the door    And sent off to war    Dear old Tom    He'd sing a song and he'd play the guitar    He'd tell you all the stories    Of his travels near and far    Signed up one day to learn a trade   But that dream didn't go far    He'd be fighting Argentinians    With his gun not his guitar    He used to walk so tall    You know he'd hurt no one at all    Chased the girls around the world    Danced them round the dance halls    We'd have a drink and then he'd sink    Into nostalgic talk    We carried him home in the fallen snow    When he was too drunk to walk       Then came the day    We were sent away    We got our papers    Posted trough the door    And sent off to war       Dear old Tom    He'd sing a song and he'd play the guitar    He'd tell you all the stories    Of his travels near and far    Signed up one day to learn a trade    But that dream didn't go far    He'd be fighting Argentinians    With his gun not his guitar
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