I've been singing the first line of this for weeks off and on. So, I
decided to try and do the whole song.
It isn't that great, I'm not even sure if it actually works with the
music, but hey! What do I care? :-)
Disclaimer: Don't own Lord of the Rings... Based on the song 'Mammas Don't
Let Your Babies Grow Up to be Cowboys' by Waylon Jennings and Willie Nelon
Mammas Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up to be Ringwraiths
A 'song' by Ninjababe
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Mammas don't let your babies grow up to be ringwraiths.
Don't let 'em wear rings and attack them old homes.
Make 'em be bards and barkeeps and such.
Mammas don't let your babies grow up to be ringwraiths.
'Cause they'll never stay home, and they're always alone,
Even with the dark lord they serve.
A ringwraith ain't easy to love and he's harder to hold.
And it means more to him to give you a head than silver or gold.
Rusted swords and sliced faded robes and each night begins a new terror.
If you can't understand him and he don't die at all,
He'll probably just ride away.
A ringwraith loves smoky ole nights and blood soaked mornings.
Little warm puppies and children to stalk in the night.
Them that don't know him won't like him
and them that do sometimes won't know how to kill him.
He's not acceptable, he's just dif-f'rent and his curse won't let him
do things to make you think he's right.
decided to try and do the whole song.
It isn't that great, I'm not even sure if it actually works with the
music, but hey! What do I care? :-)
Disclaimer: Don't own Lord of the Rings... Based on the song 'Mammas Don't
Let Your Babies Grow Up to be Cowboys' by Waylon Jennings and Willie Nelon
Mammas Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up to be Ringwraiths
A 'song' by Ninjababe
=====
Mammas don't let your babies grow up to be ringwraiths.
Don't let 'em wear rings and attack them old homes.
Make 'em be bards and barkeeps and such.
Mammas don't let your babies grow up to be ringwraiths.
'Cause they'll never stay home, and they're always alone,
Even with the dark lord they serve.
A ringwraith ain't easy to love and he's harder to hold.
And it means more to him to give you a head than silver or gold.
Rusted swords and sliced faded robes and each night begins a new terror.
If you can't understand him and he don't die at all,
He'll probably just ride away.
A ringwraith loves smoky ole nights and blood soaked mornings.
Little warm puppies and children to stalk in the night.
Them that don't know him won't like him
and them that do sometimes won't know how to kill him.
He's not acceptable, he's just dif-f'rent and his curse won't let him
do things to make you think he's right.