| Now a Ramblin' Jack Elliot said:
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| I got these lines in my face
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| Tryin' to straighten out the wrinkles in my life
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| When I think of all the fools I’ve been
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| It抯 a wonder that I’ve sailed this many miles
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| To which Larry Mahan replied:
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| He said, «The sweet bird of youth
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| Was sittin' on my shoulder yesterday
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| But she’s always changin' partners
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| And I always knew she’d up and fly away»
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| Stayin' up all night
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| In the Driskill Hotel
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| Ramblin' Jack and Mahan
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| Was cowboyed all to hell
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| The room smelled like bulls
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| The words sound like songs
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| Now there’s a pair to draw to boys
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| I would not steer you wrong
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| So ol' Ramblin' Jack said:
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| He said, «I recall a time
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| I set my soul on fire just for show
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| All it ever taught me was
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| The more I learn the less I seem to know»
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| Ol' Mahan crawled out from behind a couch and said:
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| «Jack, as far as I can see
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| Mistakes are only horses in disguise
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| Ain抰 no need to ride 'em over
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| 'cause we could not ride them different if we tried |