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by wiggly jones, "the little hippie boy"

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mommy, where is daddy? little katie cried he has gone away, my darling gone for a long long ride he shot a man in cheyenne with his trusty forty four now they’ll string him up in the morning and his feet won’t touch the floor oh mother say it is not so little katie wailed the moon is but an ember the horizon doth grow pale tomorrow leaves will fall from trees and highways glow with rain mothers will feed their children bacon and wild horses roam the plains waitresses will pour coffee for truck drivers named hank and lawyers draw up papers for the presidents of banks wise women will mix potions and wise men scratch their heads dogs and children jump and shout but poor daddy will be dead next