As time goes on,
We add to our song,
We eat, we sleep,
We work, we play,
January through March April to May,
Winter passes,
Snow turns to grass,
June, July, August, September,
Time to remember,
Those who have died for us,
October to November,
November to December,
Another year come and gone,
It seems that life isn’t that long
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Black bandanna, sweet Louisiana,
robbin' on a bank in the state of Indiana,
She's a runner, rebel and a stunner,
On her merry way sayin; baby whatcha gonna,
Lookin' down the barrel of a hot metal .45,
Just another way to survive...
robbin' on a bank in the state of Indiana,
She's a runner, rebel and a stunner,
On her merry way sayin; baby whatcha gonna,
Lookin' down the barrel of a hot metal .45,
Just another way to survive...
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