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Freighting from Wilcox to Globe
But I want to die and go to hell,
Get there before Livermore and Meyers,
And get a job of hauling coke
To keep up the devil's fires;
If I get the job of singeing them,
I'll see they don't get free;
I'll treat them like a yaller dog,
As they have treated me.
And it's home, dearest home; And it's home you ought to be, Over on the Gila, In the white man's country, iWhere the poplar and the ash And mesquite will ever be Growing green down on the Gila; There's a home for you and me.