| Came a card marked Mason City
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| From my forwarder
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| Shut the door, don’t let my dad see;
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| Read aloud dear sir:
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| Understanding you account an upright gent-
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| Lemen Aetna Life agreed and lent
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| As agreed, my fee is 2.6 percent
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| Write again the Riceville widow
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| SASE
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| I would guess they’ll be turned out though
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| I’ll still make my plea:
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| If the Dunlay heirs cannot be seen to care
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| Then the Banker’s Trust will surely think it fair
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| To not give extensions, as they musn’t dare
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| Write Des Moines on several matters
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| And I near anoint
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| Ladle thick the pleasant flatters
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| And then comes the point;
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| Mr. Nelson wouldn’t like to hear it said
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| As he’s too proud, so I do it in his stead:
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| He shall need an extension--so it read
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| --Take the Oregon Short Line to Salt Lake;
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| Take the Pere Marquette, take the Michigan Central
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| To West Madison for Christ’s sake
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| Forgemen, Molders, Blacksmiths, Boilermakers
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| None on the make
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| Up for shade on Crumb Hill
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| Get something to make my hands still
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| But now--Wait
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| How are you my nabs?
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| Little tender footed crabs
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| Meet my knuckle duster
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| You geeched that gazoon’s gow
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| Tried to break into the bow:
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| Go wipe your nose
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| I’m just hanging out with some noler knockums
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| Just passing time waiting till my stack comes
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| Prussian who got jackered
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| My snapper till your knockered
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| Get on the snam
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| The chivman wants your chip;
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| Better dummy up then go dip:
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| You’re outta turn
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| I learned that the lowest form of life is the buffer nabber
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| Even worse than the dicer stabber |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mason City, artist - The Fiery Furnaces. Album song Blueberry Boat, in the genre Альтернатива