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By C.W. McCall, Well, I was born in a town called Audubon
Southwest Iowa,
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By C.W. McCall, Me an' RJ an' the kids was on a camp-out
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By C.W. McCall, Ridin' on The City of New Orleans
Illinois Central Monday morning
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By C.W. McCall, She was born in the brief mountain springtime
Blue in the
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By C.W. McCall, [On the CB]
Ah, breaker one-nine, this here's the Rubber Duck.
You
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By C.W. McCall, Well, now, I been hearin' you're concerned about my happiness
But
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By C.W. McCall, We is screamin' through the valley
Where the Nishnabotna flows
Through the
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By C.W. McCall, When rivers ran blue up on the mountain
And rivers ran
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By C.W. McCall, Go to sleep, you weary hobo
Let the towns drift slowly
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By C.W. McCall, The cowboy will never get married to you, girl
It's the
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By C.W. McCall, One night last summer we were camped at ten thousand
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By C.W. McCall, 'Way out in ColoradoIn the Camp Bird MineDown deep in
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By C.W. McCall, I's thumbin' through the want ads in the Shelby County
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By C.W. McCall, 'Way up in the snowWhere the scrub oaks growAnd the
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By C.W. McCall, Bill Fries says that this is based on a true
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By C.W. McCall, Well, now, I been hearin' you're concerned about my happinessBut
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By C.W. McCall, [Chorus]Four wheel cowboyFour wheel cowboyFour wheel cowboyJeepin' down to Santa
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By C.W. McCall, [The sound of a lonely harmonica.] The dance hall is
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By C.W. McCall, [Spoken]Way out in the canyons of the West, there's a
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By C.W. McCall, Now how many peppers did Peter Piper pick ta get
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By C.W. McCall, [Spoken]I found her settin' on a Sioux City park bench,
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By C.W. McCall, [Clap your hands and stomp your feet.] Well, I've walked
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By C.W. McCall, Well, packin' on back to JacksonEighteen-thirty-an'-sixFifteen wagons an' forty-five orn'ry
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By C.W. McCall, I got plan; yeah, a plot's what I gotTo help
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By C.W. McCall, Now Arnold Jones an' MaryBeth Jensen's in a 'Vette down
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By C.W. McCall, Well, I was a poor boyJust a-kickin' aroundEighteen, with a
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By C.W. McCall, Well, it's a long, lonesome roadThrough the lifetime of a
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By C.W. McCall, Now, I'll tell ya a tale that'll bust yer heartThat
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By C.W. McCall, Rollin' down the runwayThinkin' 'bout the one-way of my lifeWith
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By C.W. McCall, We'd worked ourselves senselessBeen bustin' down fencesDrivin' dry cattle, no