That Black-Faced Ram
Copyrighted by: Verne Garrison, April 13, 2012
Valley Park, Mo
Banjo Tuned Eb, No Capo , Key of:D

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There was that black-faced ram,
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Used to roam Grandpa's Place
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It was His pasture, and His dam
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His hard head,it  kept me in my place

But I needed to cut thru that pasture
To get to my favorite fishing spot
So I'd wait till he was far enuf from the fence
And dash to the creek, I did this a lot
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Now that ram and me
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We didn't get along
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Once he butted me, knocked me to my knees
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Since then, I had made him sing my song

He'd hide behind the big white oak tree
Waiting for me to once again, test my fate
In a while, he'd forget about me
I'd run and barely beat him to the gate.

By and by, he got used to me
And I could walk to my fishing spot
But it was still his pasture
And I still haven't forgot
tag:  And I still haven't forgot