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By Jack Joseph Smith
That beyond the beginning
The rivers refuse to call themselves
by name, they stay for you, native sons,
they stay as veins,
they stay for their own
Roy Rogers is on your side,
Young bucks,
go into the mountains,,.
and take this country
right back
When I said we are out of here
She saw I had her star in my eyes
And I didn't see a whip out of her
Right from the neighborhood,
get out, take her by the skirt
Put it all in the back seat,
and get-