He came in and sit down at the end of the bar His old rawhide shirt full of dust He asked for a glass and he ordered rye whiskey He talked to himself and he cussed He left Sacramento early that morning With a sackful of mail for St. Joe Had to outrun some outlaws outside Carson City Riding where they wouldn't go He said to me,
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