Listen before you cross rock canyon.
The boulders whisper softly.
At times they seem so awfully
Nice but they ask twice
And then the beggars will roll on you.
There won’t be time for you to do
Shit, and you won’t want to…
You’ll be all washed up
Like a sailer in his cups
While his boat lists hard on shore boy.
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