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Treasure Hunters
by John M. Bricker
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Hey, come in and stay a while
There's not much here you can steal from me
I know it's hard out on the road
Honest guys do double takes when they find out nothing's free
You might just surprise me
I haven't been outside in a season or so
Is the riverbed still dry? Did they all leave ghosts behind
Am I all alone
No, you can't look in there
It's boarded up for a reason
The dust makes it hard to see, sometimes its hard to breathe but
What would I do without my home
Have you heard from my Uncle Jon
He caught the bug and left when I was six years old
I can picture him that day, he threw his tie away
Said he was sick of stiff cologne
And he won't write back, will he
Come and meet their babies
Don't say something happened
He wouldn't go out so weak
But isn't it absurd
How the treasure hunters leave
Never a hint, never of worry
Just a bottle of gin... We'll all be rich, you'll see
He won't come back, will he
Maybe it's time to leave
If he died out there
I should go toward somewhere
Maybe he'll see how I fare
And I can meet him there
I've missed you all these years
And you ran quite a race
I almost fell to my greatest fear
But I still know your face
Hey, come in and stay a while
There's not much here you can steal from me
I know it's hard out on the road
Honest guys do double takes when they find out nothing's free
You might just surprise me
I haven't been outside in a season or so
Is the riverbed still dry? Did they all leave ghosts behind
Am I all alone
No, you can't look in there
It's boarded up for a reason
The dust makes it hard to see, sometimes its hard to breathe but
What would I do without my home
Have you heard from my Uncle Jon
He caught the bug and left when I was six years old
I can picture him that day, he threw his tie away
Said he was sick of stiff cologne
And he won't write back, will he
Come and meet their babies
Don't say something happened
He wouldn't go out so weak
But isn't it absurd
How the treasure hunters leave
Never a hint, never of worry
Just a bottle of gin... We'll all be rich, you'll see
He won't come back, will he
Maybe it's time to leave
If he died out there
I should go toward somewhere
Maybe he'll see how I fare
And I can meet him there
I've missed you all these years
And you ran quite a race
I almost fell to my greatest fear
But I still know your face
