Well the fork couldn't stick him and the knife couldn't cut him
So they threw him in the dog pen and locked up the shutter
When they took him to the saw mill the saw he broke
He's as strong as an ox and as wide as a moat
But by night it's always the same
He's like I want to go home, go home
Oh, he's going out hunting in his fine fur coat
Oh, he's whistling a tune that his mother wrote
When you see a grey goose you're a lucky man
That's metal in your pocket it's grease in the p-p-pan
But by night it's always the same
He's like I want to go home, go home,
Go home, go home
Oh, I see the fire come fire to go
Oh, I see the fire come fire to go
Oh, I see the fire come fire to go
Oh, I see the fire come fire to go
I've got it so bad with the eight finger blues
It's holding me back when I'm in the mood
The success-ful part of me has died several times
And still I dance for you
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