The Most Bored David Jules Ever Got Songtext
von Jordan Klassen

Memory finds you on your knees,
So solo sang and,
You were destined,
We were freshmen, mere young men
If talk was cheap we broke our bills,
For pocket change,
All of last month′s wage

(Whistling)

India was on your mind,
The village square,
For a wedding, watered scotch and some strange dare,
Oh that boy deserves some rest,
Some silent soul,


He said 'I heard him tell and I didn′t breathe a word'
He said 'It came right down, my mouth felt so absurd′
He said ′I knew it on the instant, on the sound'
He said ′I heard him tell'

(Whistling)

And the rock above the corn,
The frank design,
Christmas came and went, you cried for too much time,
There are things that must be said,
And few will rhyme

He said ′I heard him tell and I didn't breathe a word′
He said 'It came right down, my mouth felt so absurd'
He said ′I knew it on the instant, on the sound′
He said 'I heard him tell′

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