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At the Bar

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At the Bar

At the Bar

At the bar, at the bar
Where I smoked my first cigar
And my nickels and my dimes rolled away
It was there by chance
That I tore my Sunday pants
And now I can wear them every day
   This trail-driver's parody of On the Cross comes from Austin
     and Alta Fife's book Heaven On Horseback. JN
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