Rum Runners Lyrics by The Applesauce Boys
Gotta make sure that the package is discrete
Or else it’ll end up being smashed in the street
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Gotta make sure that the package is discrete
Or else it’ll end up being smashed in the street
At school Walter got beat up almost every single day
But when got home he was on his own
Once upon a time there lived a family of thieves
A roving band Gypsies taking whatever they did please
He came to town riding on a horse
To turn a living man into a corpse