Casey's Table D'hote
Oh, them days on Red Hoss Mountain, when the skies wuz fair 'nd blue,When the money flowed like likker, 'nd the folks wuz brave 'nd true!When the nights wuz crisp 'nd balmy, 'nd the camp wuz all astir,With the joints all throwed wide open 'nd no sheriff to demur!Oh, them times on Red Hoss Mountain...
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