| western_wiggler | ||
| Solipstru |
Jiggle, jiggle. Donchu you tell this cowboy t'sit still. Iron buttock flex'd upon a horse a-gallop Off'nto a snaggled sunset A bedraggled jaggler, this cowboy Sat around, drinkin' From the flask, from the bosom o'fair lady Till the cow di'int come home (Stayed out partyin') Straight face from tuff stuff, He's got a twitchin' lip Gazin' starward Doesn't know any more than you, Than I, No one knows. But we all preten', Wiggling our way to dusk, Wiggling towards demise. |
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