| I was born Everett Ruess
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| I been dead for sixty years
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| I was just a young boy in my twenties
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| The day I disappeared.
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| Into the Grand Escalante Badlands
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| Near the Utah and Arizona line
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| And they never found my body, boys
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| Or understood my mind.
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| I grew up in California
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| And I loved my family and my home
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| But I ran away to the High Sierra
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| Where I could live free and alone.
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| And folks said «He's just another wild kid
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| And he’ll grow out of it in time,»
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| But they never found my body, boys
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| Or understood my mind.
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| I broke broncos with the cowboys
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| I sang healing songs with the Navajo
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| I did the snake dance with the Hopi
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| And I drew pictures everywhere I go.
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| Then I swapped all my drawings for provisions
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| To get what I needed to get by And they never found my body, boys
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| Or understood my mind.
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| Well I hate your crowded cities
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| With your sad and hopeless mobs
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| And I hate your grand cathedrals
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| Where you try to trap God.
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| ‘Cause I know God is here in the canyons
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| With the rattlesnakes and the pinon pines
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| And they never found my body, boys
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| Or understood my mind.
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| They say I was killed by a drifter
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| Or I froze to death in the snow
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| Maybe mauled by a wildcat
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| Or I’m livin' down in Mexico.
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| But my end, it doesn’t really matter
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| All that counts is how you live your life
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| And they never found my body, boys
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| Or understood my mind.
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| You give your dreams away as you get older
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| Oh, but I never gave up mine
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| And they’ll never find my body, boys
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| Or understand my mind. |