I'd do it again, I'd do it
again
I'd do it again
The one man band philosophical
man
Didn't lie when he said to
us
I seen the high rollers come
and go
It's the holy rollers I trust
The man said then he was sixteen
when
He retired from the county
school
A wee bit thin with a will
to begin
He was known to be know man's
fool
I'd do it again, I'd do it
again
I'd do it again
The one man band was a mighty
good man
Cause he played 'til the break
of dawn
He ups and downs about four
more rounds
And he stayed 'til the crowd
went home
It seemed to me like he never
could be
Like anything I'd ever seen
before
When he stepped from the stage
with his ax in his hand
And he run through the backstage
door
I'd do it again, I'd do it
again
I'd do it again
A one man band on a one night
stand
As a one man band should be
They cried for more, he replied
why sure
And he played one just for
free
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