Listen, children, to a story

[tyler811]

Listen, children, to a story
That was written long ago,
'Bout a kingdom on a mountain
And the valley-folk below.

On the mountain was a treasure
Buried deep beneath the stone,
And the valley-people swore
They'd have it for their very own.

Go ahead and hate your neighbor,
Go ahead and cheat a friend.
Do it in the name of Heaven,
You can justify it in the end.
There won't be any trumpets blowing
Come the judgement day,
On the bloody morning after....
One tin soldier rides away.

So the people of the valley
Sent a message up the hill,
Asking for the buried treasure,
Tons of gold for which they'd kill.

Came an answer from the kingdom,
"With our brothers we will share
All the secrets of our mountain,
All the riches buried there."

Go ahead and hate your neighbor,
Go ahead and cheat a friend.
Do it in the name of Heaven,
You can justify it in the end.
There won't be any trumpets blowing
Come the judgement day,
On the bloody morning after....
One tin soldier rides away.

Now the valley cried with anger,
"Mount your horses! Draw your sword!"
And they killed the mountain-people,
So they won their just reward.

Now they stood beside the treasure,
On the mountain, dark and red.
Turned the stone and looked beneath it...
"Peace on Earth" was all it said.

Go ahead and hate your neighbor,
Go ahead and cheat a friend.
Do it in the name of Heaven,
You can justify it in the end.
There won't be any trumpets blowing
Come the judgement day,
On the bloody morning after....
One tin soldier rides away.

Go ahead and hate your neighbor,
Go ahead and cheat a friend.
Do it in the name of Heaven,
You can justify it in the end.
There won't be any trumpets blowing
Come the judgement day,
On the bloody morning after....
One tin soldier rides away

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xTKx2f44tDo

 

[PottedMeat]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GneO16PEvtU

 

[lxskllr]

I always liked that song. We sang it in grade school music class.

 

[AMCRambler]

I had that running through my head to the tune of the Beverly Hillbillies.

Come and listen to my story 'bout a man named Jed,
A poor country man who barely kept his family fed.
He was out one day a'shootin' at some food,
when up through the ground came bubblin' crude!

 

[IronWing]

I always liked that song. We sang it in grade school music class.

Same here.

 

[IronWing]

Slow Hand has been in my head lately. It can be in your's too...

Choose wisely.

Pointer Sisters

Conway Twitty

 

[lxskllr]

Conway Twitty it is! :^D

 

[Iron Woode]

I had that running through my head to the tune of the Beverly Hillbillies.

Come and listen to my story 'bout a man named Jed,
A poor country man who barely kept his family fed.
He was out one day a'shootin' at some food,
when up through the ground came bubblin' crude!

Huh, now look here people, listen to my story
The little story 'bout a man named Jed
You know something? That poor mountaineer
They say he barely kept his family fed

Now, let me tell you, one day he was shootin'
Old Jed was shootin' at some food
When all of a sudden right up from the ground there
Well, there came a bubblin' crude

Oil that is well, maybe you call it
Black gold or Texas tea
He gonna move next to Mr. Drysdale
And be a Beverly Hillbilly

Before you know it, all the kinfolk are a-sayin'
Yeah, buddie, move away from there
That little Clampet got his own cement pond
That little Clampet, he's a millionaire

Now, everyone said, "Californie
Is the place that you oughta be"
We got to load up this here truck now
We got to move to Beverly Hills, that is

Swimming pools, move-a, move-a, movie stars
Huh, look at that, look at that

Beverly, Beverly, Beverly Hillbillies
(Y'all come back now, ya hear?)
Beverly, Beverly, Beverly Hillbillies
Beverly, Beverly, Beverly Hillbillies
Beverly, Beverly, Beverly Hillbillies