"I am not the fine man you take me for; no, no.
I come in April to sell a string of horses,
And try my luck in the stream.
What I got for my stock I lost at the wheel
And the flake I washed up, I drank the fuck away.
I don’t know as I’ll get home at all
I sold my boots. I owe nine dollars to a whore."
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