The Middle-earth Blues

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Oh...woaaahhh...


A small hobbit climbs up on the nearby table and sings...

A finger's missin' from my hand,
Don't got ten fingers, done lost one from my hand,
Can't play piano, no, no spinet nor baby grand.

I was a strugglin' by that Crack,
Oh, a mighty strugglin', thinkin' I'm never goin' back,
And then that creature made my hand a snack!

Woooo--aaaahhh....

I got the nine-finger blues,
I don't got ten fingers no more blues,
No more Ring, no more finger, paid my dues!

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Tater Blues (sung by the Gaffer)

Them Ruffians trampled my taters again,
Oafish Big People trespassin' again,
No understandin' of taters, those Men!

Bruised up the leaves an' compacted the soil,
Snapped off some stems! It puts me in a boil!
They got no respect for honest folk's toil.

Comin' with shovels, they're diggin' them up!
Only new taters - they're diggin' them up!
Hit us with shovels, left nothin' for sup!

Why did young Baggins sell off the old Hill?
Nothin' but troubles, bad folk in the Hill,
A-choppin' down trees, an' gardens they kill!

If only Sam and his Master was back,
They'd shove taters up that Ruffian's crack.
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