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letra de john mccloud - bat mcgrath

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[spoken:]
up on [unintelligible] hill, there’s a junkyard, with an old school bus sittin’ next to it. has a few windows busted out, and inside lives john mccloud. big john’s kind of a local legend out there, notorious for drinkin’ a bit too much, and every once in a while kickin’ up some dust downtown. i think he’s one of the freest men i’ve ever met

[verse 1]
wash the seats off
pick up the broken glass
tape a piece of cardboard on the hole
the good lord once said “big john, wealth won’t be your load.”
and now this junkyard school bus is my home

[chorus]
and the ladies arе afraid of me, the young’uns, they arе too
bustin’ out my windows as their play
but oh my mind is cloudy now, i don’t mind what i have
muscatel and a school bus for my nap

[verse 2]
oh, miss april, a poster for my wall
all my action now’s right in my hat
and i hope they fight those zonin’ laws
at least for six more months
‘cause you know these yankee winds just get so bad

[chorus]
and the ladies are afraid of me, well, the young’uns they are too
bustin’ out my windows as their play
but oh my mind is cloudy now, i don’t mind what i have
muscatel and a school bus for my nap
oh, i’ve gone a thousand places in my nap

- bat mcgrath

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