The history goes back to when I was a Gypsy orphan in Paris making chalk drawings on the sidewalks for tips from the American tourists. I saw a guitar in the window of a shop across the street and I knew someday when I made enough stupid drawings that guitar could be mine.
After some years I turned to crime but nothing all that bad. Even so they captured me and sent me to the Foreign Legion. I spent years more out in the desert, riding my camel, serving France, but along the way I did find a guitar and slowly learned to play. Out there in the desert moonlight, under that ever lonely Moon, I plunked and plunked on that guitar until I could at least get it into tune.
Out there I learned with my camel, there's nothing much in the desert except ancient bones of ancestors. I found life in the Foreign Legion was much like the Pentagon since I didn't really do a thing but I still wound up a Colonel, the Hero of the Empty Desert.
That was many years ago and the guitar isn't feeling so well so then I turned to poetry and, as you can readily tell, I should have stayed in the Legion where the camel loved my verse. It didn't understand a word I said but camels love to hear the words.
Now you know ... the Rest of the Story
- Colonel Abuthnot Jones
Watson: were you really named after a dog?
Yes
After some years I turned to crime but nothing all that bad. Even so they captured me and sent me to the Foreign Legion. I spent years more out in the desert, riding my camel, serving France, but along the way I did find a guitar and slowly learned to play. Out there in the desert moonlight, under that ever lonely Moon, I plunked and plunked on that guitar until I could at least get it into tune.
Out there I learned with my camel, there's nothing much in the desert except ancient bones of ancestors. I found life in the Foreign Legion was much like the Pentagon since I didn't really do a thing but I still wound up a Colonel, the Hero of the Empty Desert.
That was many years ago and the guitar isn't feeling so well so then I turned to poetry and, as you can readily tell, I should have stayed in the Legion where the camel loved my verse. It didn't understand a word I said but camels love to hear the words.
Now you know ... the Rest of the Story
- Colonel Abuthnot Jones
Watson: were you really named after a dog?
Yes
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