- Sometimes I Dream of
Acapulco
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- Learned to smoke when I was
fifteen and curl my brim just so
- ridin' with the boys to town, we
put on quite a show.
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- Bull I rode broke my leg on a
single wild throw.
- After mending up I went to work
for cowboy dough.
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- Makin' a hand was tough, and the
boss he let me go.
- Drifted across Kansas, had some
years when pay was slow.
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- Nearly froze one winter working
cows, where them Northers blow.
- At thirty five I was sweeping
floors for my keep, in Idaho.
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- Married up in Kansas City and
named my first kid Beau.
- Christmas day, when I was forty
eight, I flew off like a Crow.
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- Drifting with the wind, I stopped
in New Mexico.
- Now seventy-two in Temecula, still
curl my hat brim so.
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- Work part time at a souvenir shop,
to sell the curio.
- Sometimes when things are slow, I
dream of Acapulco.
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