All the way to Jericho in a rusted automobile
if you
Still in line
Spoon in my hand
And the mouth that roared
Didn’t
Well the south congress whores they is a movin’ on
All the labor landed in the sod
Where the digger cried
Flyin moth took what it could
Yer half naked
Moth did good
A
Living down here they throw me down and count me
I'm
A little song
A little dance
A little seltzer down yer pants
Lump
The cold tonight seems more anxious to talk
Than he has
Coppermine, oh coppermine
My great-great grandfolk on my father's side
Used to
Our little friend
He didn¹t want to wear
His white buckled shoes
Nor
I know m'heart is heavy
I know m'thoughts is blue
I know
Dooley was a good ol' man
he lived below the mill
Dooley
Black wall weeping
When I go to see the king
Put my
I've lived long enough to see the dead horse
I've lived
Flooded roads
out of town
Call and telephone lines are down
I
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