| Let me tell you the tale of Medicine Jack
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| He went out in the woods and he never came back
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| Equipped with a stick and a big old sack
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| He went too close to the railroad track
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| You know what they say about Medicine Jack
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| He lived his life in a rolldown shack
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| The wind a-screeching through the cracks
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| And the sound of the trains from the railroad track
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| Well here’s the truth about Medicine Jack
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| He painted his face and his whole shack black
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| He went up in the woods and he never came back
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| He must have got too close to the railroad track
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| Did you see him on that fateful night?
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| Did you see his grizzly face in the torchlight?
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| Did you see him crawling down among the trees
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| And getting scabs on his hands and knees?
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| Did you see the demise of Medicine Jack
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| His pitiful face still painted black
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| Just a spit and a stride from the rolldown shack
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| Down on by the railroad track?
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| Don’t turn your back on Medicine Jack!
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| I was thinking about the ghost of Medicine Jack
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| On starless nights when the sky is black
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| I can hear him singing those deadman’s blues
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| And whistling down by the railroad track |