Sam Smith

verse 1 Sam Smith was an old man, by the time I first saw him. Wild eyes and a wicked beard, hanging from his chin. I thought I’d seen the devil, as a boy in ‘99. My daddy called him the hermit, from on the borderline. Chorus He said They’re never gonna take him back again, and march him off to war. Where grey-headed men in long wool coats assign their bloody chores. They can look, but they won’t find, old Sam Smith this time. He’s somewhere North of Canaan Hill along borderline. verse 2 They say Old Sam was a veteran, he rode in the cavalry, Came home on a limping leg sometime in ‘63. Bought a saw and a scattergun at Scagway's general store. He said, “I’m taking to the woods so they won’t find me anymore.” Chorus No, they’re never gonna take me back again, and march me off to war. Where grey-headed men in long wool coats assign their bloody chores. They can look, but they won't find, old Sam Smith this time. He’s somewhere north of Canaan Hill out on the borderline. verse 3 Now every month on the twenty-fifth, he’d come back to the store. With a broken down old blue tick that would wait outside the door. and He'd yell “Where’s my check from the government, and I want a block of cheese.” Then he'd fold it in a handkerchief he kept up in his sleeve. Chorus No, they’re never gonna take me back again, and march me off to war. Where grey-headed men in long wool coats assign their bloody chores. They can look, they're never gonna find, old Sam Smith this time. He’s somewhere north of Canaan Hill along the borderline.