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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.// |