Big cloud caught a pipe of good tea, man's
shirt blew on the railroad rail.
The old puff horse was just pullin' through,
and a man wore a pink late -river.
I'm on the farm where the hobo was run,
the air brakes would boot each other.
Oh, I don't care, there's no place there.
I don't think it even matters.
My clothes blazin' through, and my clothes and skin blazin' through,
and my clothes are in two, and my skin's blazin' through, and my clothes in tatters.
And the railroad looked like a
wild hill of ladders.
One shoe fell on the gravel,
one stick poked down.
Grave age fell down a pair of ears.
An eagle shined through
my whole watch pocket.
The young girl, baby girl, passed me by in tears,
and a jackrabbit raised his folded ears.
A beautiful sagebrush jackrabbit,
and an oriole sang like an orange,
His breast full of worms,
and his tail clawed the evening like a hammer.
And my rain can caught me a cup of water,
and his wings took air like a bomber.
Oh, when I got into town, I jogged now.
Ah, your horse, I'll fodder, I'm a roundhouse man,
I once was your father,
Come little one, with your little dimple fingers,
gimme one,
And I'll buy you a cherry phosphate,
Take you down to the
foaming brine and water,
An d show you the one who tips on the goddess with a pull -out full sail,
attempting to weigh your pig -legged father.
I'm the roundhouse man,
I once was your father.
I was
Shanghai, my hi -hat fever,
mustache man, and his pirate friend.
I woke up in vomiting beer in a banana bin
with a soft glass with brown skin.
Born me seven babies with snapping black
eyes an d beautiful emmy skin.
And here it is, I'm with you my daughter.
30 years away can make a seaman's eyes,
a roundhouse man's eyes,
flow out water, salt water.