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Met a man he was nicesaid his name was paradiseDidn`t realise at the timethat his face and mind were mineHippy Gumbo he`s no goodChop him up for firewoodIt seemed good and it seemed rightthat I should dig him on the nightbut in the morning with the sun he pulled an automatic gunHe blew my soul, he blew my brainhe said I could not do the sameHippy Gumbo he`s no goodChop him up for firewoodHippy Gumbo he`s no goodChop him up and burn the wood. From Letras Mania