| Rabbit fled, best guess, toward home
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| Fox &Bear toward Yellowstone
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| Walrus, north to the border towns
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| Peacock swayed like a reed on the fence a while
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| (with a stalwart sense of style!)
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| as the policemen’s nets came down
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| Word of the crash had spread fast and spread far
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| From Clark’s Fork to Blackfoot Reservoir
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| more grist for the malady mill
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| Shepherd the Southwest wind,
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| «railspikes ripped like the seam of a wineskin»
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| Shepherd the Northwest rain,
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| «Brass Hat slept at the helm of that woeful train…
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| Ain’t it an awful shame!
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| And don’t it just break your heart to hear of so much pain?»
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| Casey Jones walked slow to the prison cell
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| His face held hard as a scallop shell
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| «Well, I wish I wished you well,
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| but your last friend on Earth now calls
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| from the silent side of the cemetery walls
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| your great cause to the moths and the rust!»
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| «It's the laws of cause and effect that you criticize
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| But sir, criticize them you must»
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| Three miles more ‘til Flagstaff
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| Follow behind signs toward Badger Pass
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| Wound like clocks around fretboards
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| Carved out hands in our basswood body guitars —
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| borrowed guitars (borrowed hands!)
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| I’m clearly not as handsome or caring as what you seem to want,
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| but I’d gladly walk you home,
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| ‘cause those streets can be dangerous
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| Shepherd the Southwest wind,
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| «railspikes ripped like the seam of a wineskin»
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| Shepherd the Northwest rain,
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| «frog switch slipped and that reckless beast is to blame
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| Ain’t it an awful shame!
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| And don’t it just break your heart to hear of so much pain?» |