Verse 1:
I really have a yen, to go back once again
Back to the place where no-one wears a frown
To see once more those super special just plain folks
In my home town[/][/][/]
No fellow could ignore, that little girl next door
She sure looked sweet in her first evening gown
Now there’s a charge for what she used to give for free
In my home town[/][/][/]

Refrain 1:
I remember Dan, the druggist on the corner
He was never mean or ornery, he was swell
He killed his mother-in-law and ground her up real well
And sprinkled just a [A+]bit over each banana split

Verse 2:
The guy that taught us math, who never took a bath
Acquired a certain measure of renown
And after school he sold the most amazing pictures
In my home town[/][/][/]
That fellow was no fool, who taught us Sunday School
And neither was our kindly Parson Brown
(line omitted to avoid prosecution under Communications Decency Act)
In my home town[/][/][/]

Refrain 2:
I remember Sam, he was the village idiot
Although it seems a pity it was so
He loved to burn down houses just to watch the glow
And nothing could be [A+]done, because he was the Mayor’s son

The guy that took a knife, and monogrammed his wife
Then dropped her in the pond and watched her drown
Oh, yes, indeed, the people there are just plain folks
In my home town[/][/][/]

Ahhhh… memories! Sounds just like my own home-town…

The Hunting Song – Tom Lehrer

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Tabbed by: Dave S.
Email: prime-prine@hotmail.com

Tuning: Standard (CAP0 5th Fret)

I always will remember twas a year ago November
I went out to hunt some deer on a morning bright and clear
I went and shot the maximum the game laws would allow
Two game wardens, seven hunters, and a cow

I was in no mood to trifle I took down my trusty rifle
Went out to stalk my prey what a haul I made that day
I tied them to my fender and I drove them home somehow
Two game wardens, seven hunters, and a cow

The law was very firm it, took away my permit
The worst punishment I ever endured
It turned out there was a reason, cows were out of season
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And one of the hunters wasn’t insured

People ask me how I do it and I say theres nothing to it
You just stand there looking cute and when something moves you shoot
And theres ten stuffed heads in my trophy room right now
Two game wardens, seven hunters and a pure bred guernsey cow