Forget her for my tired feet’s sake
Don’t wanna walk to the Great Salt Lake.
They ever build that railroad toooo the ocean
I’d return my Mormon girl’s devotion.
But the tracks stop short in Ioway....
I couldnt remember the next line. Something about Injuns say.
“Shot,” Pondible ordered the bartender, “and buttermilk for my chum here.”
The bartender kept on polishing the wood in front of him with a wet, dirty rag. “Got any jack?”
“Pay you tomorrow, friend.”
The bartender’s uninterrupted industry said clearly, then drink tomorrow.