| Who Stole the Signpost? |
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| I came out here to find Harry Partch |
| I drive the back roads |
| Mile markers ticking by |
| All the way from Barstow |
| To Big Rock Candy Mountain |
| Cigarettes grow on trees |
| Whiskey and soda bubble from rocks |
| I drove in vain |
| I look to see the shadow |
| Of Harry’s face |
| In the open doors |
| Of the one graffiti free box car |
| In a mile long freight train |
| Parked in the Mojave |
| I looked in vain |
| South of San Clemente |
| I search the coast road |
| For the remains of a one pump diner |
| Where the honking horn |
| Sounds like a Zymo-Xyl |
| Harry’s ghost is summoned to serve 5¢ gasoline |
| I sarched in vain |
