| Benjamin rode out of Montana
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| On a Palomino pony
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| He told me he was all alone
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| He lost his family in forty-nine
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| Benjamin took me to San Diego
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| Guess we caused quite a commotion
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| Selling Pacific ocean water
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| And callin’it seaweed wine
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| Oh, I never had as good a friend as Benjamin
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| He loved to travel
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| He’d been ever’place I’d been and back again
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| That boy could unravel
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| Stories that would make your eyes
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| Big as blackberry pies, I’m tellin’you
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| Life could be fun for anyone
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| Who had a good friend like Benjamin
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| Had a good friend like Benjamin
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| Well, me and Ben thumbed a ride to Alabama
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| Spent the summer pickin’cotton
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| Now it was so doggone hot
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| We bought us a three-speed electric fan
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| Then at night we’d drink a Coca-Cola
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| Listen to the rain a’fallin'
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| Hearin’the bob white callin'
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| As though he’d know we’d understand
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| Well, Ben and me spent some time in Oklahoma
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| Livin’on a reservation
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| Workin’at the service station
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| Pumpin’gas and passin’time
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| We caught a train down to Harlan County
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| Thinkin’we were awful lucky
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| Just to walk along a Kentucky backroad
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| Without no reason nor rhyme
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| Had a good friend like Benjamin |