Let me tell you the tale of Medicine Jack
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He went out in the woods and he never came back
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Equipped with a stick and a big old sack
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He went too close to the railroad track
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You know what they say about Medicine Jack
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He lived his life in a rolldown shack,
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The wind a-screeching through the cracks
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And the sound of the trains from the railroad track
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Well here's the truth about Medicine Jack
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He painted his face and his whole shack black
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He went up in the woods and he never came back
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He must have got too close to the railroad track
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Did you see him on that fateful night?
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Did you see his grizzly face in the torchlight?
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Did you see him crawling down among the trees
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And getting scabs on his hands and knees?
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Did you see the demise of Medicine Jack
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His pitiful face still painted black
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Just a spit and a stride from the rolldown shack
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Down on by the railroad track?
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Don't turn your back on Medicine Jack!
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I was thinking about the ghost of Medicine Jack
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On starless nights when the sky is black
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I can hear him singing those deadman's blues
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And whistling down by the railroad track
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Medicine Jack
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| The Waterboys |
