| I was staying at the Marriott
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| With Jesus and John Wayne
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| I was waiting for a chariot
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| They were waiting for a train
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| The sky was full of carrion
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| «I'll take the mazuma»
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| Said Jesus to Marion
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| «That's the 3:10 to Yuma
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| My ride’s here.»
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| The Houston sky was changeless
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| We galloped through bluebonnets
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| I was wrestling with an angel
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| You were working on a sonnet
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| You said, «I believe the seraphim
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| Will gather up my pinto
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| And carry us away, Jim
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| Across the San Jacinto
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| My ride’s here.»
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| Shelley and Keats were out in the street
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| And even Lord Byron was leaving for Greece
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| While back at the Hilton, last but not least
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| Milton was holding his sides
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| Saying, «You bravos had better be ready to fight
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| Or we’ll never get out of East Texas tonight
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| The trail is long and the river is wide
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| And my ride’s here»
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| I was staying at the Westin
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| I was playing to a draw
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| When in walked Charlton Heston
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| With the Tablets of the Law
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| He said, «It's still the Greatest Story»
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| I said, «Man, I’d like to stay
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| But I’m bound for glory
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| I’m on my way
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| My ride’s here» |