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the early dawn

Don't tell me 'bout cotillions line dancin' no sire'ee!
That dancin' Anson City still takes the cake for me.
Now boys I won't forget ya, I

on the fire
Next day some arrests were made with tensions rising higher
The miners gathered timber and overturned some drays
And built themselves a Stockade

praise the day that porn began
Loser wins a Kewpie doll
Not-the-father Maury dance
Saddle spin apple sins kings that cry
Ousted by the clergy we're not

Well in 1859, I was headin' up Pikes Peak
Goldrush underway down by Cripple Creek
I dreamed of finding the motherlode
With my faithful horse, along

barely make it by

Ando por las calles, ando por mi barrio
Vendiendo esta droga es tan necesario
I'm trying to survive, one day at a time
And when it gets

The forgotten town was left to the outcasts
Early on the miners would hole up on lieu days to catch their breath,
Or a terminal disease if they were

It was 1880 out in New Mexico
I went to work on the new railroad
Days were hot on that white desert sand
Time moves slow like the Rio Grande
 
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