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Alkali... here's mud in yer eye |
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You've been lost in the desert 25 years or more |
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Ah yer whiskey streams |
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And yer gold field dreams |
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Well Lady Luck won't let you dark her door |
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And they tell me your a ghost of a man |
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Lord, I believe it's true |
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And they say you had a woman once |
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But she turned her back on you |
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You old gold minin' hobo |
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Dry well desert rat Alkali |
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Put the bacon on to fry |
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Well, the sun's comin' up and the mule's waitin' for his grain |
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Just a one room shack |
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By the Santa Fe track |
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It's an old lick of earth |
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That's screamin' for a drop of rain |
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And there's a time for work |
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And a time for play |
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And a time for lyin' down |
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And the road might lead to the rainbow's end |
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A dusty old desert town |
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You old gold minin' hobo |
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Dry well desert rat Alkali |
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Alkali... there's a buzzard in the sky |
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And he's a-countin' his chances on a-pickin' your skinflint bones |
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Ah, raise your hand |
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Throw a curse on the land |
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They're gonna find you one day |
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Lyin' 'neath an unmarked stone |
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Well the desert is a lonely place |
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For a man to lose his head |
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They tell me when you start to talkin' to yourself |
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Lord, you might as well be dead... |
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You old gold minin' hobo |
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Dry well desert rat Alkali |
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Alkali |
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Alkali |
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You old gold minin' hobo |
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Dry well desert rat Alkali |
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Alkali |
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Alkali |
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You old gold minin' hobo |
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Dry well desert rat Alkali |
