in my napsack Giddy up, the next town I rode through I had to threaten to blow their city up Undebts with Chief Black, caught five miles west Sell us
someone, His journey took ten thousand years. Slowly as he looks around him, More than wonder in his eyes. Turns his head towards the city, Hiding in
high And its roots are planted deep Never climb that willow 'Cause its trunk is awful steep Yeah the trunk is awful steep Seven miles south of the city
and all angry clouds were made by me. i had been kicked out of hippy houses all over seattle. the house on john street. 6th and john. they had me sleeping
shamrock And "Libertad para Mexicana" Just fifty years after Wolftone Five thousand miles away The Yanks called us a Legion of Strangers And they can talk as they may But from Dublin City
in my napsack Giddy up, the next town I rode thru I had to threaten to blow their city up Undebts with Chief Black, caught five miles west sell us some
