Lyrics:
the proof in my packsaddle It held three pokes of gold that I was proud to call my own I came upon some strangers one half step away from dead I couldn't
the proof in my packsaddle It held three pokes of gold that I was proud to call my own I came upon some strangers one half step away from dead I couldn't
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