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Written by dewey bunnell, ©1971
Found on america.

Well, i had me a pigeon
By the name of fred
But i done shot him
In the head

Had me a railroad
Down on the ridge
But i done blowed up
The bridge

Had me a dog
He was my best friend
But to him
I done put an end

Had me a farm
Sittin' pretty on the hill
But if you look
You'll see it ain't there still

I don't know why i done it
Honest, it ain't like me
But i ain't sad now i done it
'cause a baby boy has got to be free