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
It's a clear night
How are you tonight
Its a bone white
Smile
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
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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