I’m spittin’ distance from the Oxbow
In the town that with a history’d past
As a copper field of plenty
Waders see the pine and snake just there in the grass

There’s not much here, at least to speak of
An Inn, B&B and for a tenner you can pitch a tent
In a nice clean campground with spectacular view
By golly that’s my kind of rent

Tomorrow it’s SW on the 86,
then the 84 and then who can say?
It’s been too long since the road has called
This trip’s going to be done my own way…

So tell me, where did this day begin?

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