| I met him on the cliffs
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| Of twin rocks oregon
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| He was sittin on his bedroll
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| Lookin just like richard brautigan
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| I thought he was an old man
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| He wasn’t but 37
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| He said he’d been ridin trains
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| For 15 years
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| Drawin portraits
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| To keep his belly full of beer
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| And it looked to me like he’d died
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| And missed the plane to heaven
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| But he was a nice ol' guy
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| For a younger man
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| He had a bottle of mad dog
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| He held in his hand
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| That he waved around a lot
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| To make his point
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| And I listened as he told his tales
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| Of wine and women and county jails
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| And we finished off that bottle
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| And smoked a half a joint
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| He said «I came here to watch the sun
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| Disappear into the ocean
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| It’s been years
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| Since I smelled this salty sea»
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| He turned his bottle up and down
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| And I saw him lost
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| And I saw him found
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| He said «I don’t know
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| What I’ve been lookin for, maybe me… «Well, I told him I too had been
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| Travelin around livin out of my van
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| From town to town playin for tips
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| And whatever records I could move
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| I said «I don’t reckon i’ll be
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| Makin it big
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| You know it’s hard to get rich
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| Off a tout of coffee house gigs»
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| And he said «yeah, but ain’t it a blessin
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| To do what you wanna do… «And I told him «yeah, I pulled off here
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| To watch the sun disappear into the ocean
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| 'cause it’s been years
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| Since I smelled this salty sea»
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| And he turned his bottle up and down
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| He saw me lost and he saw me found
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| And I said
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| «I don’t know what I’ve been looking for, maybe me»
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| I said «it's getting kind of late
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| Better be heading down the interstate
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| Can I give you a lift
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| To san francisco bay? |
| «He said «nope, I think I’m just
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| Going to sit here and rest
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| And maybe wait on the
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| Tokyo-montana express
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| I might just lay here
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| And dream my life away
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| I’m going to sit right here
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| I’m going to watch the sun
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| Disappear into the ocean
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| 'cause it’s been years, it’s been years
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| I’m gonna turn my bottle up and down
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| You can see my lost
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| And you can see my found»
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| I met him on the cliffs
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| Of twin rocks, oregon
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| He was sitting on his bedroll
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| Looking just like richard brautigan
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| Just like him |