THE LEGEND OF SILAS DENT
One day I was a talkin to Billy Moore, About legends of the island and some old folk lore, We decided Tierra Verde could have been the place, That Desoto buried his treasure without a trace,
We talked and we laughed about pirates and gold , And the chances that God's Island would be sold, This island has a history, that ain't so clear, That's when I decided, we need a round of beer,
I reached for my wallet and looked up at the moon, and all of a sudden, I spotted a gold dubloon, It fell off of a shelf and into my food, Our waitress screamed, and I dropped my spoon,
We both jumped up and started to stare, at what fell out of the blue, from who knows where, Could it be that old hermit, Silas Dent, was sending us his calling card again,
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CHORUS
See the mullet jumping on the bay, mother nature must have planned it that way, used to be the home of Silas Dent, He lived on fish in an old pup tent,
He stunk like a horse and looked like sin, His breath was bad and had leathery skin, Folks say he had a major screw loose, He ran around nude with a bottle of booze,
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But one day old Silas Dent disappeared, no one knew but every one feared, that he wound up in the belly of a big old shark, cause he always went skinny dippin right after dark,
Then one day rumor has it he was spotted in town, with a beautiful lady, in a evening gown, He was smiling and laughing, and throwing money in the air, Then they both hopped a jet, to who knows where,
The rumors go on and the story gets told, about Silas Dent and his old wooden boat, he lived on an island all by himself, He never came to town, he never asked for help, He found him a treasure, so the story goes, Where he wound up, nobody knows, He never went to church and he didn't cut his hair , His legend lives on and the magic is still there,
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CHORUS
See the mullet jumping on the bay, mother nature must have planned it that way, used to be the home of Silas Dent, He lived on fish in an old pup tent,
He stunk like a horse and looked like sin, His breath was bad and had leathery skin, Folks say he had a major screw loose, He ran around nude with a bottle of booze,
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