Come gather round people wherever you stray
And hear now the ballad of Christopher Gay
Whose mother was dying, it near broke his heart
But instead he broke into the nearest Wal-Mart
He made off scot free with a trailer in tow
In order to towards his mother to go*
But that wasn't legal and the cops made a stink
And poor old Chris Gay has wound up in the clink
If you liked this song check me out on iTunes
To hear my new single, "Watch Out for Baboons"
It will only cost you, like, nine-ninety cents
Thank you, good night, dear ladies and gents
*Grammar doesn't apply in folk ballads!
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