13.... grand A
year in the Meadowlands Bored
and rural-poor lord, at, 35 right, I'm?
the best 17 year old ever Worked
these sands I
won't go back again Quitter
quitter one boy bitter - rough luck Man
to man hand to hand fight 40 We're
losing sand A!
wrens' ditch battle plan Record
after record black and deckered tack Tack! Definition!
hell: and high water Fatty
come a courtin' lord the money Everyone!
choose sides The
whole to-do of what to do for money Poorer
or not this year and hell's the difference Let's
talk plans And
luck said 'double, damned Were
you give women worth winning or what A?
wasted share of shots at high-tide heaven' Greener
grasses fade from where you wind up Everyone
choose sides I'm
back I'm! back So! sing to raise the blind up I've
walked away from more than you imagine and I sleep just fine We
fought and brought up more - the shovels high up On
the 10-ton line
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