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the ht and the paycheck just cashed

rolling down to earth like all the coins

I ever earned

Drunk Bob he used to say to me:

son, carrying you’s no hurt—

it’s your shadoeighs me down

That, and your da

And Witty she’d chuckle

like the good old girl she was,

with a cheeky spin of her barrel

she’d whistle:

boy, just gimme a chance

I’ll knock your whole world down

Me and Bob and Witty,

we rode town to town and sometimes we had cattle