I'm looking for the old blue ox he said.
He said, I don't believe it,
but I heard my father's dead.
Just where is the Curtis place,
my God, how things have changed.
There was a little old man,
and he was walking in the trees.
Now I know this is the place
because I climbed the Separance Hill
I'd know that hill in a hundred years
and how a ruin will grow apart
The way I said will really died you know
And Willis Pratt has grown a man
Now our conversation was quite short,
like a boy conjured of the ghost
Our friends and kin spoke
from an older and slower time
And fifty years disappeared
And Blue Ox was gone the day I left,
cause I always did, you know
Ah, we'll be glad he started off
when I stood and watched him go
Down the way to yesterday,
Now apple trees just wither,
An d four ancient ladies sit here,
rocking chairs wrapped in their shorts
But this old fella does the things,
He's looking for his past,
he might stop and talk to you
I'm looking for the old little walks, he said
He said, I don't believe it,
but I heard my father's tale
And just where is the curtest place,
my God, the things have changed
And he was walking with a cane
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