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Freighting From Wilcox to Globe
This then only left me three,— Kit, Mollie and old Mike; |
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Mike being the best one of the |
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I put him out on spike; I then took the mountain road So the people would not smile, And it took fourteen days To travel thirteen mile.
But I got there all the same iWith my little three-up spike; It taken all my money, then^ (To buy a mate for Mike. 'You all know how it is iWhen once you get behind, You never get even again Till you damn steal them blind.
I was an honest man
When I first took to the road,
I would not swear an oath,
Nor would I tap a load;
But now you ought to see my mules
When I begin to cuss,
They flop their ears and wiggle their tails
And pull the load or bust.
Now I can tap a whiskey barrel With nothing but a stick, No one can detect me I've got it down so slick; 208 |
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