Ballad Of Robin Winter-Smith

Ballad Of Robin Winter-Smith

Nanci Griffith

Mamma's in the kitchen rattlin' pans and the baby cries
On the TV news, somebody died
He was a crazy biker in a motorcycle ridin' daredevil show
In Merry England, oh, twenty seven years old
He was tryin' to break the record
For jumpin' over cars, he was the champ
He fell a little bit short oh, hit the ramp
This is the story, sad and it's gory of Robin Winter-Smith

He was a very brave man if you get my drift
'Cause he waved to the crowd, headed down the runway like a
Man possessed, Robin Winter-Smith I guess he did his best
I make a livin' a-playin' these songs and I hang out in bars
I play my guitar oh, but honey, I don't jump over cars
Mamma's in the kitchen rattlin' pans and the baby cries
On the TV news somebody died
He was a crazy biker in a motorcycle ridin' daredevil show
In Merry England, oh, twenty seven years old

Written by RICHARD DOBSON
Published by THE SONGWRITERS GUILD OF AMERICA

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