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That has quite a 'singing' effect, Jon. david b ----- Original Message ----- From: Jon Corelis <[log in to unmask]> To: <[log in to unmask]> Sent: Sunday, February 04, 2001 9:32 PM Subject: Sort of a ballad > Sort of a ballad > > > Davy Crockett's > lost in the woods > with a pig in a poke > and a bill of goods; > he went out hunting > for the Cisco Kid > and ended up ashamed > of whatever he did. > > Baby, baby, > beat my heart, > snap its strings > and make it smart; > New York City's > floating in air: > is it always this way > everywhere? > > Baby Face Nelson > and Abraham Lincoln > went into the bar > and came out stinkin', > and Rip Van Winkle > has a new disguise: > a riverboat gambler > with a pack of lies. > > Mama, mama, > lift my basket: > looks like Chicago's > blown a gasket. > All these people > would be better off dead > than trying to live > on the devil's bread. > > There's plague back east > and dust out west, > floods down south > and the north's depressed; > the cargo's vanished, > the wheels are gone: > this wagon's broke > and we won't see dawn. > > Father, father, > shoot my wad, > crack my whip > and bust my sod: > San Francisco > fell into the sea, > but nobody noticed > except for me. > > > > -- unpublished, indented stanzas > should be in italics > _________________________________________________________________ > Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com >