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Junkies Cowboy

Have you ever seen a sight as beautiful As that of the rain soaked purple Of the white birch in the spring? Have you ever felt more fresh or wonderful

If I pour your cup, that is friendship If I add you milk, that is manners If I stop there, claiming ignorance of taste That is tea If I pour your cup

Fifty miles from Dakota territory Cheyenne scalp hangs from his belt Found him alone washing in the Bighorn A steady aim and he bagged his game Pale

If it ain't one thing I tell you it's always another I wonder why I started treating you like a step-brother Love is hard to explain I know my loss is

Eyed it, dried it, untied it Chilled it, spilled it, refilled it Taste it, traced it, erased it He's my post to lean on And I just cut him down So, I

Check under his floorboard, mama I don't trust his silly grin He's got a beat up rambler, Nebraska plates I ain't gettin' in I don't like the way his

I won't say I love you babe I won't say I need you babe But I'm going to get you babe And I will not do you wrong Living's mostly a wasting time And

The hoods are up on Pine Street Rear ends lifted too The great-grandsons of General Robert E. Lee Are makin' love with a little help from STP Their women

This street holds its secrets like a cobra holds its kill This street minds its business like a jailer minds his jail That house there is haunted, that