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Malcolm Murray

Stood alone there, out on the highway.

In the blackness, on his own.

Through the wind, rain and fury

'Folds the story of Malcolm Murray



Not an evil bone in his body,

Not a bad thought in his mind

Always drifting, home to home

To everybody he was kind



Was a hunter and a drinker

A simple life his only care

You could find him out on the backroad

Or in a tavern, alone somewhere.



Heard one day, that he'd been missing

Gone out hunting, did not return.

The sky turned cloudy, the wind grew still

For his poor soul, my heart yearned



Found him lying, in the mountains

By a stream where he loved to be

Lost a good friend and a good man

Say farewell to Malcolm Murray



It's been said, out on the backroad.

There's a shadow by the light of the moon

Never fear, never worry,

It's just the memory of Malcolm Murray.



Stood alone there out on the highway.

In the blackness, on his own....

Malcolm Murray /

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