by rawclyde

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It’s a hard hot wind up from Mexico way

blowin’ clouds of dust all over the place today

a buzzard shoots by like a bullet in the sky

an ant tumbles over the ground, oh my oh my

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The shrine doors are open n’ with rope tied down

the caretaker is waitin’ for anyone to come around

but all that drops by is a fly or two or three

maybe he’ll try giving all Her books away for free

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Everyone is spending their welfare checks some other place

a tear rolls down the caretaker’s wind weary face

there’s three dollars left in his pocket and nothing else to do

but write this sad rhyme that is only half true

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It’s a mean lonely wind up from Mexico way

blowin’ tears of woe all over the place today

maybe I’ll close up Her shrine and just disappear

oh what the hell, think I’ll go buy me a cold cold beer

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(copyright clyde collins 1999)