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The Camp Fire Has Gone Out
When I think of the tin can by the fire and the
cayote on the hill. I'll tell you, boys, in those days old-timers stood a
show,— Our pockets full of money, not a sorrow did we
know. But things have changed now, we are poorly clothed
and fed. Our wagons are all broken and our ponies most all
dead. Soon we will leave this country, you'll hear the angels
shout, " Oh, here they come to Heaven, the campfire has
gone out." |
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