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We were walking through the courtyard,
It was a bright and sunny day,
The colored fabric mixing well with the smell of fresh baking bread,
As I’m walking passed a window,
A ruby necklace in the pane,
And behind it is a man with a gun in a gentleman’s face.
There’s nothing to see,
That poor family,
Carry on, carry on, carry on, carry on…
What a candid show, what a candid show,
Did you see him fight?
Did you hear him crow?
Carry on, carry on, carry on, carry on…
Carry on.
We were walking through the courtyard,
It was a bright and sunny day,
There were children in a circle pointing and laughing at something,
As we came a little closer,
A couple stumbled through the door,
And it was clear to me that he wanted his, but they wanted more.
There’s nothing to see,
That poor family,
Carry on, carry on, carry on, carry on…
What a candid show, what a candid show,
Did you see him fight?
Did you hear him crow?
Carry on, carry on, carry on, carry on…
Carry on.
Is that what you want to see?
A hillbilly get angry?
Is that what you want to see?
Is that what you want to see?
A man like me get angry?
Is that what you want to see?
I’ve got baby on the way!
I’ve got trouble and it needs wheels but I can’t pay!
And everytime I turn around,
The man’s on his way!
Circle the wagons!
Circle the wagons!
So you think you’ve got it made, well do ya?
I’ve seen better men than you, on his last leg,
And believe me, buddy, he knows how to beg!
Circle the wagons!
Circle the wagons!
There’s nothing to see,
That poor family,
Carry on, carry on, carry on, carry on…
What a candid show, what a candid show,
Did you see him fight?
Did you hear him crow?
Carry on, carry on, carry on, carry on…
Carry on.
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