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| The Tiscoe Kid |
Catching the wave I’m out in the wild
Singing the Sundance praises
When me and the old Butch Cassidy gang
Never thought of pushing up daisies
Muscling and hustling rolling in mud
When the rain clouds got too heavy
Rippling around those American skies
With Jack Daniels down by the levy
Reservoir takes as the surfboard breaks
From the Sound to the ocean’s door
Stepping aside to consider the tide
White horses stampeding we soar
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