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    "Paul" Lyrics

    Bobby Bare

    (Shel Silverstein)

    Well. he rode through the woods on a big blue ox
    He had fists as hard as choppin' blocks
    Five hundred pounds and nine feet tall,
    That's Paul.

    Talk about working when he swung his ax
    You could hear it ring for a mile and half
    He'd yell timber and down she'd fall
    For Paul.

    Talk about drinkin' that man's so mean
    That he'd never drink nothin' but kerosene
    A five gallon can is a little bit small
    For Paul.

    Talk about women that man's so lusty
    Needs a woman ever hour just to keep from gettin' rusty
    Young ones run and the old ones crawl
    To Paul.

    Talk about tough well he once had a fight
    With a thunderstorm on a cold dark night
    I ain't sayin' who won but it don't storm at all round here
    Thanks to Paul.

    He was ninety years old when he said with a sigh
    Said I think I'm gonna lay right down and die
    'Cause sunshine and sorrow I've seen it all

    Says Paul.

    Says there ain't no man alive can kill me
    Ain't no woman left can thrill me
    And I think a heaven just might be a ball
    Says Paul.

    So he died and we cried.

    It took eighteen men just to bust that ground
    Took three or four more just to lower him down
    Then we covered him up and we figured that was all
    For Paul.

    But late one night the trees started shaking
    And the dogs started barking and the earth started quaking
    And out of the ground with the hi ye all
    Came Paul.

    Well he shook the dirt from off his clothes
    He scratched his ass and wiped his nose
    You know being dead wasn't no fun at all
    Says Paul.

    He said now up in heaven they got harps on their knees
    They got clouds and wings but they got no trees
    I don't think that's much of a heaven at all
    Says Paul.

    So he jumps on his ox with a fare thee well
    He said I'll find out if they got trees in hell
    And he rode away and that was all we ever seen
    Of Paul.

    But the next time you hear a timber yell
    That sounds like it's comin' from the pits of hell
    Then a boomin' laugh and a ghostly wail
    Like somebody choppin' on the devil's tail.

    Then a shout and a call a crash and a fall
    That ain't no mortal man at all
    That's just Paul...
    This song was submitted on November 9th, 2005 and last modified on November 23rd, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © T.R.O. INC..
    Written by Shel Silverstein.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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