(Kinky Friedman)
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Just a ragged kid in overalls, he thumbed a ride one day
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He told me, ¡°Anywhere you¡¯re going¡¯s on my way.¡±
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But as we passed by Big Al¡¯s drive-in his eyes began to flash
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He was leavin¡¯ Rapid City mighty fast.
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He said, ¡°I hope to God she finds the good-bye letter that I wrote her
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But the mail don¡¯t move so fast in Rapid City, South Dakota.¡±
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Well, he left her just a blanket of snow upon the farm
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And that don¡¯t keep your conscience very warm.
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He said his friends were too durn country and his pa was too damn mean
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And there weren¡¯t no money pumpin¡¯ gasoline.
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And her gentle eyes, the merchandise of dreams the peddler sold her
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Who left her there alone in Rapid City, South Dakota.
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Now the reason he was goin¡¯, I ain¡¯t sure I could say,
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Might¡¯ve been the rodeo in Santa Fe.
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¡°There¡¯s a doctor in Chicago, I know she¡¯ll be all right ¡±
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He told himself as he stared into the night.
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And he said, ¡°I hope to God she finds the good-bye letter that I wrote her
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But the mail don¡¯t move so fast in Rapid City, South Dakota.¡±
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And all her people treatin¡¯ her just like they never knowed her
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Lord, the winter¡¯s passin¡¯ slow in Rapid City, South Dakota.
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Rapid City, South Dakota
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| Kinky Friedman |
