| A thick cloud caught a piper clubs tail
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| The match struck blue on a railroad rail
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| The old puff horse was just pullin' through
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| And a man wore a peg leg forever
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| I’m on the bum where the hobos run
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| The air breaks with filthy chatter
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| Oh, I don’t care there’s no place there
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| I don’t think it matters
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| My skin’s blazin' through
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| And my clothes in tatters
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| And the railroad looked
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| Like a 'Y' up the hill of ladders
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| One shoe fell on the gravel
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| One stick poked down
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| Gray of age fell down
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| On a pair of ears
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| An eagle shined through my hole watch pocket
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| A gingham girl, baby girl
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| Passed me by in tears
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| A jack rabbit raised his folded ears
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| A beautiful sagebrush, jack rabbit
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| And an oriole sang like an orange
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| His breast full a worms
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| And his tail clawed the evenin' like a hammer
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| His wings took the air like a bomber
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| And my rain can caught me a cup a water
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| When I got into town
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| Odd jobs mam, ah, yer horse, I’ll fodder
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| I’m the round house man
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| I once was yer father
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| A little up the road a wooden candy stripe barber pole
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| And above it read a sign, 'Painless Parker'
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| Lic-licorice twisted around under a fly
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| And a youngster cocked her eye
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| God, before me if I’m not crazy
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| Is my daughter
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| Come little one
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| With yer little dimpled fingers
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| Gimme one
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| And I’ll buy you a cherry phosphate
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| Take you down t' the foamin' brine and water
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| And show you the wooden tits
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| On the Goddess with the pole out s’full sail
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| That tempted away yer peg legged father
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| I was shanghaied
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| By a high hat beaver mustache man
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| And his pirate friend
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| I woke up in vomit and beer in a banana bin
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| And a soft lass with brown skin
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| Bore me seven babies with snappin' black eyes
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| And beautiful ebony skin
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| And here it is I’m with you my daughter
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| Thirty years away can make a seaman’s eyes
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| A round house man’s eyes flow out water, salt water |