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Away out yonder in Arizony
Where it ain't rained since Noah
And it's so dry you have to prime yourself to spit,
And it's so dry the grass widows can't take root,
Thar's a wonderful forest whar the trees is a-growin'
Jest the same as they did centuries and centuries ago.
But a-a-all pewtrified, ladies and gentlemen,
A-a-all pewtrified.
And the roots of them thar trees is a-growin' way down in the ground,
A-spreadin' out and a-takin} holt on the dirt,
Jest the same as they did centuries and centuries ago—
But a-a-all pewtrified, ladies and gentlemen, all pewtrified.
And the branches of them thar trees is a-growin' full of twigs and leaves
and birds' nests, Jest the same as they did centuries and centuries ago; And fly in' around them thar branches and through the pewtrified air Is a number of pine hens, Sand-hill cranes, W hite-necked ravens, And yellow-headed blackbirds, All a-singiny their beautiful songs jest as they did centuries and centuries
ago, But a-a-all pewtrified, ladies and gentlemen, A-a-all pewtrified.
Now when I give a lecture on Arizony up to Boston last week and told this interestin' scientific fact,
Some unbelievin' miscreant sings out,
"What about the law of gravitation?"
And I sings out right back at him,
aSeems to me that anybody with the sense of a coyote'd know that away out there in Arizony
This here new law of gravitation hain't worked for centuries and centuries,
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