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Welllllll, let’s race on out for a little more

kick up some dust & even ye olde score

Yeeeeeeeah, everything & buddy has cracks n’ faults

so let’s leave the blues in the dust of Deep Desert Waltz

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I grab a bottle, say “adios” to my Indian pal

scoot on out without much money or a big plump gal

too many memories of Ms. Beauty ends that before it starts

come on, lad, let’s flee the scams of them plump broken-hearts

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They’re warm & kind but the lean are laying around inside my mind

of course, thorny sagory cacti is the only lean I find

when I low-tail it behind the mountain and around the bend

cheers!  welcome to quaint solitude, my weary friend

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I turn off the engine, hop out, crunch alone and along

make so much noise I hear no desert song

I pull out a paper to roll a flabbergasted smoke

it crinkles so loud I cringe at Christ’s happy go lucky joke

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My only security is the Big Dipper in the sky

which is all I want spittin’ in my eye

as it grows dark Christ knows what I mean

so does Holy Mary, a kind n’ gentle human being

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(Copyright Clyde Collins 1999)