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Boxcar Willies
Guys from the farms. Other fellas, rough lookin, unkempt men. Bandits and drinkers. Packed tight like sardines sittin down or layin out over the straw. Ain't shaved in days. Noddin from the cadence of the thing, calm like - soothing. Chica-chicoo-chicachicoo-chica-choo-chicchicoo. Harmoincas. Aww fellas, it's gonna be another long night.
It's a tough life, crossin this big country, ridin the rails. I daresay none of you would choose it, nosir.
Unless you're into hoboerotic.
Date Written: June 10, 2004
Author: TheBuyer
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