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The Gol-Damed Wheel
I've a sort of dim and hazy remembrance of the
stop, With the world a-goin' round and the stars all tangled up; Then there came an intermission that lasted till I
found I was lying at the ranch with the boys all gathered
round, And a doctor was a-sewing on the skin where it was
ripped, And old Arizona whispered, " Well, old boy, I guess
you're whipped," And I told him I was busted from sombrero down to
heel, And he grinned and said, " You ought to see that
gol-darned wheel." |
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