Here lies a road agent dead on a hill
Sing on sing on a whippoorwill heal
Lived and died by his gun
Rise up rise up morning sun
Rise up son of god
Rise up from the song
Quick money catch penny fly by night
all a acquild(?) in his side
Gone today and here tomorrow
California desert to the veil of sorrow
Rise up son and go
Rise up from below
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Thunderballs cold a flash floods rown
On a glory hole soul story seldom told
From a feast of whiskey and a flow of cash
To the silver black ash from a dancehall flash
Rise up son of chain
Rise up son and dance
Here lies a road agent dead on a hill
Sing on, sing on whippoorwill if you will.
(completed the memory typings of Ashley Davis, wrote it by hearing -Marsuniversals)
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