Bayoné - 1866
Go lay your bayoné my son, you don’t owe this country nothing but the town your mothers from.And that gun doesn’t make you a man, you can’t eat the meat you hunt for, till you boast of coming home.
Go lay your bayoné my son, you don’t owe this country nothing but the town your mothers from.
And that gun doesn’t make you a man, you can’t eat the meat you hunt for, till you boast of coming home.