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Ricky and Danny and Terry and Jim
Dean lasted six months-don't forget him
Perhaps some day this list will end
Till then I tally my
must get done today

[CHORUS:]
 Ricky and Danny and Terry and Jim
 Dean lasted six months-don't forget him
 Perhaps some day this list will end
ain't heard a word, I'm worried to death
I can't understand why she up and just left
How long has it been? he said about six days
And man, I did a lotta
Down beyond the railway
And drill, ye tarriers, drill
And blast, and fire.

Now our new foreman was Jim McCann
By golly, he was a blinkin' man
Last
tonight
As I listen to the big wheels roll
Three days into a six week tour,
Gettin' in the rhythm of the road

We pick and sing,
Say "goodnight" then
machine
Foreman says it cuts manpower by fifteen
Oh, but that ain't natural old man Grayson says
'Cause he's a horse drawn man until his dying days
The switchman knew by the engine's moan
That the man at the throttle was Casey Jones
When he was within six miles of the place
There No. 4 stared him straight
he was within six miles of the place
There No. 4 stared him straight in the face
He turned to his fireman, sai "Jim, you'd better jump
For there're
Been out on the road 'bout six months too long.
I want you so bad, I can hardly stand it.
I'm so tired and I'm all alone.
We'll soon be together
days to get it on, three days to get it off and three more days to die,
And I'm six feet down and I'm asking the good Lord up in heaven
Why

You
and the Santa Fe.
See the old smoke rising round the bend,
I reckon that she knows she's gonna meet a friend.

Folks around these parts set the time of day
All is lost, but not forgotten
One by one the fights we've fought
And soon we'll be back on the road again
For thirty-six days

We turn around,
day. It's 80 degrees ... I said balmy ... I could say bomby ... Ha! Ha! ...O.K. I'm Jim and this is Radio KAOS and with only four minutes left to us,
mud tires

Back in the day Potts farm was the place to go
Load the truck up hit the dirt road,
Jump the barbwire spread the word
Light the bonfire
Written by Warren Zevon 1993 Zevon Music BMI

Mom and Papa bought a Chickering
Every day I'd sit and play that thing
I practiced hard; it was more
machine
Foreman says it cuts manpower by fifteen
Oh, but that ain't natural old man Grayson says
'Cause he's a horse drawn man until his dying days
As they line up on the beach
Doin' all those little things
That Sunday School don't teach
Jim Beam by the fire, Cocaine in the stash
Baseball bat
you want to go, get on below
Pinking out the day, dreaming out the crazy way
Finger on the love, it's all above

Everywhere it's six-sex-six by luck
you want to go, get on below
Pinking out the day, dreaming out the crazy way
Finger on the love, it's all above

Everywhere it's six-sex-six by luck
them no quarter
Every one will be put to the sword!"

One hundred and eighty five
Holding back five thousand
Five days, six days, eight days, ten
you want to go, get on below
Pinking out the day, dreaming out the crazy way
Finger on the love, it's all above

Everywhere it's six-sex-six by luck
Every morning by da break of day
Pick and shovel in my hand

Prove to the worlds I's a natural man
Don't not to hurt me but my back and spine 
Don't
Been out on the road 'bout six months too long.
I want you so bad, I can hardly stand it.
I'm so tired and I'm all alone.
We'll soon be together
and they're enemies for life 
In the beach front bar they're playing reggae versions of 
Jim Reeves' Greatest Hits 
The waitress sings along, eyes focused
Soon the pines will be falling everywhere
Village children always fighting for fair share
And the six-o-nine goes roarin' down the creek
As Parson