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The Legend of Paranoid Sam

©1974, 2013 by Robert Davidson

Paranoid Sam eats his breakfast
It was the only spam could understand
And in the bar he was an outlaw
Stolen a lady's heart that was just the start

He awoke and found her gone
Was it just a dream
what had he done wrong
His leather lady had moved on

Paranoid Sam left empty-handed
To search far and wide
For his almost bride
But she had turned to that man in the sky
No reply when Sam gave the eye

He said: “I don't care if you're the cleanest Jesus freak in Tennessee”
Why don't you come on back with me?

Paranoid Sam electric cowboy
Should be in a Memphis jail but he just jumping bail
The judge and said he was an outlaw
Stealing all ladies heart
That was just the start

He had run to Santa Fe
To sing and play
To earn his way
To the big time back in LA

And on the coast he found a
Spanish girl buried under the sand
His leather lady seen all that she could stand

And now
Paranoid Sand eats his breakfast
It was the only spam he could understand
And everyone goes downtown to see him
With his bland country band
You could never stand
With his bland country band
He could stand

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from Aqueous Fowle Live 1974, released January 26, 1974
Music & Lyrics ©1973, 2013 by Robert Davidson

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Robert Davidson New York, New York

Robert Davidson is a composer, producer, guitarist, lyricist, and keyboarder. Here is a retrospective of a little over 350 of his music compositions in studio and live recordings including collaborations with CP Roth, Aqueous Fowle and others starting from high school including many never heard in a while demos and obscure performances. ... more

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