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2 I was roaming around in Denver one luckless rainy day
When Kilpatrick's man, Catcher, stepped up to me and did say,
"I'll lay you down five dollars as quickly as I can
And you'll hurry up and catch the train, she's starting for Cheyenne."
3 He laid me down five dollars, like many another man. And I started for the depot as happy as a clam; When I got to Pocatello, my troubles began to grow, A-wading through the sagebrush in frost and rain and snow.
4 When I got to American Falls, it was there I met Fat Jack, He said he kept a hotel in a dirty canvas shack.
"We hear you are a stranger and perhaps your funds are low, Well, yonder stands my hotel tent, the best in Idaho."
5 I followed my conductor into his hotel tent,
And for one square and hearty meal I paid him my last cent; But Jack's a jolly fellow, and you'll always find him so, A-workin' on the narrow-gauge way out in Idaho.
6 They put me to work next morning with a cranky cuss called Bill, And they gave me a ten-pound hammer to strike upon a drill; They said if I didn't like it I could take my shirt and go,
And they'd keep my blanket for my board way out in Idaho.
7 It filled my heart with pity as I walked along the track
To see so many old bummers with their turkeys on their backs; They said the work was heavy and the grub they couldn't go, Around Kilpatrick's tables way out in Idaho.
8 But now I'm well and happy, down in the harvest camps, And there I will continue till I make a few more stamps; I'll go down to New Mexico and I'll marry the girl I know, And I'll buy me a horse and buggy and go back to Idaho. |
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