“Shoot The Hound”

My mum always told me when I was young,

where to hide.

When daddy came from work so late,

he couldn’t smile.

And I remember how he hit,

my mum’s heart.

I left home to find,

a place where I could cry.

The trees were high

up the road.

It felt like I did know.

Where I was,

where to go

but momma never told.

She never told me,

where to go.

And I hit him dead,

and he fell down.

I locked my gun

shot the hound.

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