The Grey Goose Lyrics

	One Sunday morning, Lord, Lord, Lord
	The preacher went a hunting, Lord, Lord, Lord
	And he carried along a shotgun, Lord, Lord, Lord
	And along came a grey goose, Lord, Lord, Lord
	Well he shot down a grey goose, Lord, Lord, Lord
	And the gun went a-boom-boom, Lord, Lord, Lord
	And down come the grey goose, Lord, Lord, Lord
	Took six weeks of falling, Lord, Lord, Lord
	And six weeks calling, Lord, Lord, Lord
	And they put him on the table, Lord, Lord, Lord
	And your wife and my wife, Lord, Lord, Lord
	There’s time for feather pickin’, Lord, Lord, Lord
	But the fork wouldn’t stick it, Lord, Lord, Lord
	And the knife wouldn’t cut it, Lord, Lord, Lord
	And they put him in the oven, Lord, Lord, Lord
	But the oven wouldn’t burn him, Lord, Lord, Lord
	And they him in the hog pen, Lord, Lord, Lord
	But the hog couldn’t eat it, Lord, Lord, Lord
	And he broke the hogs teeth out, Lord, Lord, Lord
	So they threw him in the sawmill, Lord, Lord, Lord
	And the sawmill wouldn’t cut him, Lord, Lord, Lord
	And he broke the saws teeth off, Lord, Lord, Lord
	And the last time I seen him, Lord, Lord, Lord
	She was flyin’ cross the ocean, Lord, Lord, Lord
	With a long string o' goslings, Lord, Lord, Lord
	And they’re all goin’ quing, quack, Lord, Lord, Lord.

	One Sunday morning, Lord, Lord, Lord
	The preacher went a hunting, Lord, Lord, Lord
	And he carried along a shotgun, Lord, Lord, Lord
	And along came a grey goose, Lord, Lord, Lord
	Well he shot down a grey goose, Lord, Lord, Lord
	And the gun went aboomboom, Lord, Lord, Lord
	And down come the grey goose, Lord, Lord, Lord
	Took six weeks of falling, Lord, Lord, Lord
	And six weeks calling, Lord, Lord, Lord
	And they put him on the table, Lord, Lord, Lord
	And your wife and my wife, Lord, Lord, Lord
	There' s time for feather pickin', Lord, Lord, Lord
	But the fork wouldn' t stick it, Lord, Lord, Lord
	And the knife wouldn' t cut it, Lord, Lord, Lord
	And they put him in the oven, Lord, Lord, Lord
	But the oven wouldn' t burn him, Lord, Lord, Lord
	And they him in the hog pen, Lord, Lord, Lord
	But the hog couldn' t eat it, Lord, Lord, Lord
	And he broke the hogs teeth out, Lord, Lord, Lord
	So they threw him in the sawmill, Lord, Lord, Lord
	And the sawmill wouldn' t cut him, Lord, Lord, Lord
	And he broke the saws teeth off, Lord, Lord, Lord
	And the last time I seen him, Lord, Lord, Lord
	She was flyin' cross the ocean, Lord, Lord, Lord
	With a long string o' goslings, Lord, Lord, Lord
	And they' re all goin' quing, quack, Lord, Lord, Lord.

	One Sunday morning, Lord, Lord, Lord
	The preacher went a hunting, Lord, Lord, Lord
	And he carried along a shotgun, Lord, Lord, Lord
	And along came a grey goose, Lord, Lord, Lord
	Well he shot down a grey goose, Lord, Lord, Lord
	And the gun went aboomboom, Lord, Lord, Lord
	And down come the grey goose, Lord, Lord, Lord
	Took six weeks of falling, Lord, Lord, Lord
	And six weeks calling, Lord, Lord, Lord
	And they put him on the table, Lord, Lord, Lord
	And your wife and my wife, Lord, Lord, Lord
	There' s time for feather pickin', Lord, Lord, Lord
	But the fork wouldn' t stick it, Lord, Lord, Lord
	And the knife wouldn' t cut it, Lord, Lord, Lord
	And they put him in the oven, Lord, Lord, Lord
	But the oven wouldn' t burn him, Lord, Lord, Lord
	And they him in the hog pen, Lord, Lord, Lord
	But the hog couldn' t eat it, Lord, Lord, Lord
	And he broke the hogs teeth out, Lord, Lord, Lord
	So they threw him in the sawmill, Lord, Lord, Lord
	And the sawmill wouldn' t cut him, Lord, Lord, Lord
	And he broke the saws teeth off, Lord, Lord, Lord
	And the last time I seen him, Lord, Lord, Lord
	She was flyin' cross the ocean, Lord, Lord, Lord
	With a long string o' goslings, Lord, Lord, Lord
	And they' re all goin' quing, quack, Lord, Lord, Lord.

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