He was standing by the highway
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With a sign that just read Mother
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When he heard a driver coming
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About a half a mile away
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So he held the sign up higher
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So no decent soul could miss it
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It was ten degrees or colder
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Down by Boulder Dam that day
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He was raised up in Milwaukee
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Though he never was that famous
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He was just a road musician
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To the taverns he did go
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Singing songs about the rambling
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The loving girls and gambling
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How the world fell on his shoulder
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Back in Boulder, I don't know
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It was out in Arizona
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And he heard the lady listening
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To each song that he was singing
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To each line that he would write
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So he sat down by her table
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And they talked about the weather
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98.6 and rising down
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By Boulder Dam that day
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And she told him she would take him
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For a ride in the morning sun
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Back in Boulder he had told her
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I don't know when I've had a better friend
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Now he's traded off his Martin
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But his troubles are not over
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His feet are nearly frozen
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And the sun is sinking low
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Won't you listen to me brother
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If you ever loved your mother
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Just pull off on the shoulder
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If you're going Milwaukee way
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It's ten degrees and getting colder
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Down by Boulder Dam today
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Ten Degrees
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| The Blue Dogs |
