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The Gila Monster Route |
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They had mooched the stem and threw their feet,
And speared four-bits on which to eat; But deprived themselves of daily bread And slufied their coin for " dago red." Down by the track in the jungle's glade,
In the cool green grass, in the tales' shade, They shed their coats and ditched their shoes And tanked up full of that colored booze. Then they took a flop with their skins plumb full,
And they did not hear the harnessed bull, Till he shook them out of their boozy aap, With a husky voice and a loaded sap. They were charged with " vag," for they had no
kale,
And the judge said, " Sixty days in jail." But the John had a bindle,— a worker's plea,— So they gave him a floater and set him free. They had turned him up, but ditched his mate,
So he grabbed the guts of an east-bound freight, He flung his form on a rusty rod, Till he heard the shack say, " Hit the sod! " The John piled off, he was in the ditch, With two switch lamps and a rusty switch,— A poor, old, seedy, half-starved bo On a hostile pike, without a show. 169 |
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