The Ballad of Robin Winter-Smith Songtext
von Nanci Griffith
The Ballad of Robin Winter-Smith Songtext
Mamma′s in the kitchen rattlin' pans and the baby cries,
On the TV news, somebody died
He was a crazy biker in a motorcycle ridin′ daredevil show,
In Merry England, oh,... twenty seven years old
He was tryin' to break the record,
For jumpin' over cars, he was the champ
He fell a little bit short... oh, hit the ramp
This is the story, sad and it′s gory of Robin Winter-Smith
He was a very brave man if you get my drift ′Cause he waved to the crowd, headed down the runway like a
Man possessed, Robin Winter-Smith... I guess he did his best
I make a livin' a-playin′ these songs and I hang out in bars
I play my guitar... oh, but honey, I don't jump over cars
Mamma′s in the kitchen rattlin' pans and the baby cries,
On the TV news... somebody died
He was a crazy biker in a motorcycle ridin′ daredevil show,
In Merry England, oh,... twenty seven years old
On the TV news, somebody died
He was a crazy biker in a motorcycle ridin′ daredevil show,
In Merry England, oh,... twenty seven years old
He was tryin' to break the record,
For jumpin' over cars, he was the champ
He fell a little bit short... oh, hit the ramp
This is the story, sad and it′s gory of Robin Winter-Smith
He was a very brave man if you get my drift ′Cause he waved to the crowd, headed down the runway like a
Man possessed, Robin Winter-Smith... I guess he did his best
I make a livin' a-playin′ these songs and I hang out in bars
I play my guitar... oh, but honey, I don't jump over cars
Mamma′s in the kitchen rattlin' pans and the baby cries,
On the TV news... somebody died
He was a crazy biker in a motorcycle ridin′ daredevil show,
In Merry England, oh,... twenty seven years old
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