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AT THE BAR At the bar, at the bar Where I smoked my first cigar And my nickels and my dimes rolled away It was there by chance That I tore my Sunday pants And now I can wear them every day This trail-driver's parody of On the Cross comes from Austin and Alta Fife's book Heaven On Horseback. JN @parody @drink filename[ ATTHEBAR JN ![]() 8note Sheet> |
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