SWAMP FOX Swamp Fox , Swamp Fox, tail on your hat.
Nobody knows where the Swamp Fox at.
Swamp Fox, Swamp Fox, tail on your hat.
Nobody knows where the Swamp Fox at......
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To be a child again, riding our pony's in the waste land.
Each pony knew the path and with gusto they always ran.
Chanting our song with each stride as if it were a new.
Up and down the creek bank, through the dried up slew.
A partial of ground, Grandpa didn't farm because of trees,
Thick, and dense around a partly dried up creek.
Chanting our song with each stride as if it were a new.
Up and down the creek bank, through the dried up slew.
Jumping small saplings, dodging around, thickets of trees.
Cantering our pony's over this land, we felt wild and free.
Chanting our song with each stride as if it were a new.
Up and down the creek bank, through the dried up slew.
Hugging our pony's necks passing under hanging limbs.
Running our pony's in the waste land so dark and dim.
Chanting our song with each stride as if it were a new.
Up and down the creek bank, through the dried up slew.
Do you think of these times, that we were wild and free.
Don't you wish we could do it again, or is it only me.
Swamp Fox , Swamp Fox, tail on your hat.
Nobody knows where the Swamp Fox at.
Swamp Fox, Swamp Fox, tail on your hat.
Nobody knows where the Swamp Fox at....
at...................at.......................at...............
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