Barnaby Jones | There was an old man, who had an old shoe, and his name was barnaby jones He sat on his can, with his head in his hands, and he cursed his mother by name Oh the winds were a howling and the white waves a pounding and the old men could feel in their bones that the storm was a coming and they should be running for safe harbor far from the shore Hey ho my mother's a ho She left me here when i was two Hey ho my mother's a ho I grew up on old leather shoes There was an old man, who had an old shoe, and his name was barnaby jones He sat on his can, with his head in his hands, and he cursed his mother by name When I was still four She came back for more And used to beat me black and blue But dammit I love her There'll never be another Who'd compete with my mom for sure Oh the winds were a howling and the white waves a pounding and the old men could feel in their bones that the storm was a coming and they should be running for safe harbor far from the shore There was an old man, who had an old shoes, and his name was barnaby jones He sat on his can, with his head in his hands, and he cursed his mother by name | 2003-05-05 |