"On top of old smokey, all covered in snow!"
"No, it's on top of old smokey, all covered in blood!"
"WTF, that doesn't even make sense. Who the hell covers a mountain with blood??"
"It doesn't matter, that's how it goes."
*Google... ... ..2 minutes later*
http://www.beachnet.com/~jeanettem/songs.html
On top of old Smokey
All covered in blood,
I killed the poor teacher
With a 44 slug.
I went to her funeral, I peed on her grave
She wasn't quite dead yet so I threw a grenade.
The cops came after me to throw me in jail
But I took out my shotgun and blew them to HELL.
"I rest my case."
Now let's imagine if kids today sang these wonderful songs of love and happiness...
http://www.parentdish.com/2006/05/09/on-top-of-old-smokey-all-covered-with-blood/
Oh yeah, I live in America...
-Matt
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SNOW.
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