I sang this song for over 25 years. My first verse was : May the Lord above send down a dove, With wings as sharp as razors,To cut the throats of the lousy bloats,That cuts the poor man's wages. So pick away on the old banjo... Art Thieme
My first verse was :
May the Lord above send down a dove, With wings as sharp as razors,To cut the throats of the lousy bloats,That cuts the poor man's wages.
So pick away on the old banjo...
Art Thieme