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| + | ====== The Idiot ====== | ||
| + | by Stan Rogers | ||
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| + | I often take these night shift walks | ||
| + | \ \ \ \ when the foreman' | ||
| + | I turn my back on the cooling stacks | ||
| + | \ \ \ \ and make for open ground | ||
| + | Far out beyond the tankfarm fence | ||
| + | \ \ \ \ where the gas flare makes no sound | ||
| + | I forget the stink and I always think | ||
| + | \ \ \ \ back to that Eastern town. | ||
| + | |||
| + | I remember back six years ago, | ||
| + | \ \ \ \ this Western life I chose, | ||
| + | And every day, the news would say | ||
| + | \ \ \ \ some factory' | ||
| + | Well I could have stayed to take the dole, | ||
| + | \ \ \ \ but I'm not one of those. | ||
| + | I take nothing free, and that makes me | ||
| + | \ \ \ \ an idiot, I suppose. | ||
| + | |||
| + | **Chorus:** | ||
| + | //I bid farewell to the eastern town | ||
| + | \ \ \ \ I never more will see | ||
| + | But work I must so I eat this dust | ||
| + | \ \ \ \ and breathe refinery, | ||
| + | Oh I miss the green and the woods and streams | ||
| + | \ \ \ \ and I don't like cowboy clothes | ||
| + | But I like being free and that makes me | ||
| + | \ \ \ \ an idiot I suppose.// | ||
| + | |||
| + | So come all you fine young fellows | ||
| + | \ \ \ \ who've been beaten to the ground. | ||
| + | This western life's no paradise, | ||
| + | \ \ \ \ but its better than lying down. | ||
| + | Oh, the streets aren't clean, and there' | ||
| + | \ \ \ \ and the hills are dirty brown | ||
| + | But the government dole will rot your soul | ||
| + | \ \ \ \ back there in your home town. | ||
| + | |||
| + | **Chorus:** | ||
| + | //So bid farewell to the Eastern town | ||
| + | \ \ \ \ you never more will see. | ||
| + | There' | ||
| + | \ \ \ \ in this refinery. | ||
| + | You will miss the green and the woods and streams | ||
| + | \ \ \ \ and the dust will fill your nose. | ||
| + | But you'll be free, and just like me, | ||
| + | an idiot, I suppose.// | ||
