THE GHOST OF STRINGBEAN

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I slipped down to the park
And kissed his tombstone
It was all in fun
But maybe I wasn't the one to blame

This kept continuing bi-weekly
And I got in trouble
It was all in fun
I did what I had done the same

Stringbean, ole bean
Ya think I'm mean?
I never seen you grinnin' at me
You and Estelle watched me sinnin' actively

I saw String and his banjo
I was astonished!
He was having fun
"A biscuit in a bun" he sang

Son, they shot his poor head off
They ate that banjo
No one saw the fun
But I laughed a ton of twang

Stringbean, ole bean
You ain't no teen (Bean!)
I never saw you grinnin' at me
You and Estelle watched me sinnin' profusely

The old men die, I don't miss them
Or either need them
They applaud me none
Although I'm just the Son and Savior
(suck that bible)

And everyday a Ghost comes
Tells me I'm worst best
Yessir I'm still young
Consider myself the one in behavior

I don't like eating corn
I'd hate to molest you ever again
It is all in fun
Maybe I'm the one to blame.

as appears on
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Country Disguises

Murdered 10 November 1973

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