They all talk about that lonesome Hill…
They all talk about that lonesome Hill…
They all talk about that lonesome Hill…
I'm going up there sometime…
I'm going up there sometime…
I'm going up there sometime…
(Harmonica)
Mo, I don’t kite conspiracies, nor bake noon blue apples, and I haven’t set one foot through the gates of the Chapel Perilous, yet, I’d ve...
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