Rob Lincoln songs
Whenever I write a song that I think I stole the melody, it means one of two things: either I stole the melody and I better rewrite the song, or I actually came up with a really strong melody that sounds like it's been around forever...or maybe this one just sounds a lot like a number of tradional melodies but is still original...I hope. I certainly assume it's not the first song written about the mysterious jackalope. But it's my first song on the subject.
Lyrics:
I was born in South Carolina
But westward I did roam
Till I came upon that mighty critter
By the name of Jackalope
He stood about 5 feet high
had antlers big and strong
But looked like a large jack rabbit
And sang a mournful song
Hop along
jack a lope
Hop along
jack a lope
And sing your mournful song
His hair was chestnut brown
His hoof was a mighty paw
And when I laid my eyes on him
I felt less fear than awe
He stared me with his beady eyes
Wagged a mighty cotton tale
And then he turned to run away
Oh I tried to follow his trail
Well I never saw Jackalope again
And so many years have gone by
But sometimes late near my cabin
I hear his mournful cry
Lyrics:
I was born in South Carolina
But westward I did roam
Till I came upon that mighty critter
By the name of Jackalope
He stood about 5 feet high
had antlers big and strong
But looked like a large jack rabbit
And sang a mournful song
Hop along
jack a lope
Hop along
jack a lope
And sing your mournful song
His hair was chestnut brown
His hoof was a mighty paw
And when I laid my eyes on him
I felt less fear than awe
He stared me with his beady eyes
Wagged a mighty cotton tale
And then he turned to run away
Oh I tried to follow his trail
Well I never saw Jackalope again
And so many years have gone by
But sometimes late near my cabin
I hear his mournful cry
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