ChasMandala

Hey You, old Woodie, the leader in the band Won’t you come on by my place and give old man a hand It’s too darned long a ways out to Jordan for the night You’d be a welcome old soul here for sharing my plight Hey Draper, old scotch guard, won’t you hang another sign We’re way too tired to keep on moving down the line It’s not long ‘fore Sunday and the seeing of the light So you best get your kicks in while we’re still stuck with night Now Jack Heel of all trades, they’re a dear old friend of mine Their cousin, White Blanchard, ‘s got a cool deal in crime Rode fifteen long horses ou