Tom Dooley's Last Request
Two men, both called Tom and sentenced to die on the same day, were led down the path toward those green, green grasses and that old oak tree - nooses dangling from its sturdy limbs.
The priest had given them last rites . . . the formal speech had been given by Mr. Custer, the warden . . . a final prayer had been said among the participants.
The warden, turning to the first man, solemnly asked, "Do you have a last request? Do you, Mr. Jones?"
The young man replied, "Yes sir, I do. I've always loved to dance. Could those three skinny fellers yonder, with the gui-tars & the broken-string banjo please play the Macarena for me one last time?"
"Certainly, son." replied the warden.
He turned to the other man and asked, "Well, Mr. Dooley . . . and you? What is your final request?"
"Please, Mr. Custer," the condemned man pleaded, "Kill me first!"
Me, too - The Rez
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It was a Beautiful Rainbow
A Beautiful Time in my Life
A Thing to Share
A Time to Care
To Be Alive
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