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C OME all you jolly freighters That has freighted on the road, That has hauled a load of freight From Wilcox to Globe; iWe freighted on this road For sixteen years or more A-hauling freight for Livermore,— No wonder that I'm poor.
And it's home, dearest home; And it's home you ought to be, Over on the Gila In the white man's country, Where the poplar and the ash And mesquite will ever be Growing green down on the Gila; There's a home for you and me.
'Twas in the spring of seventy-three I started with my team, Led by false illusion And those foolish, golden dreams; The first night out from Wilcox My best wheel horse was stole, And it makes me curse a little To come out in the hole. 207