Date:         Fri, 9 Sep 2005 20:57:31 -0500
Reply-To:     Joel Walker <jwalker17@EARTHLINK.NET>
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From:         Joel Walker <jwalker17@EARTHLINK.NET>
Subject:      Re: more Phracktured Phairy Tails on Fryedaye's Phollees
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ok, here's what you get on the spur of the moment, fer free"
(hey, i don't see a whole lot of you folks joining in!! ;)
loved that Dr. Seuss thing)

trying to find a midi file to go with this one ...


  The Ballad of John Wallace
  (to the tune of the old Kingston Trio song,
   Ballad of John Hardy)


  John Wallace was a working man,
  Working for money ev'ry day.
  He bought him a camping vanagon,
  Hey, want to see ol' Johnny get away.
  Want to see ol' Johnny ...
      Getaway, getaway,
      Getaway, getaway,
      Poor John.

  John Wallace took his va-ca-tion,
  Driving to somewhere far away,
  He left his email all alone,
  Crying, Johnny boy, he ain't at home today.
  Johnny boy, he ain't at home ...
      Today, gone away,
      Far away, today,
      Poor John.

  John Wallace had a pretty little van,
  Painted all in blue.
  He drove it to the camping ground,
  But his email was somewhere else, it's true,
  Email was somewhere else, it's ...
       True, it's true,
       The van was blue,
       No mail to you.
      Poor John.

  He's camped to the East and he's camped to the West,
  Camped this whole world 'round.
  He's been to the South and he lives in the Nawth,
  His email, it sure do get around,
  Email, it sure do get a...
        Round, get around,
        Up and down through town,
        Poor John.

  It's been this wide world over.
  Been this whole world 'round.
  It's been to the server and been san-i-tized.
  His email, it sure do get around.
  Get around, get around, get around.