| When Jack Frost came for Christmas
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| With a brass monkey date
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| The rail-king and the scarecrow
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| Hopped a Florida freight
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| And they blew on their paper cups
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| And stared through the steam
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| Then they drank half a bottle
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| Of Ragpicker’s Dream where
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| The whiskey keeps following
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| Cold pitchers of beer
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| Me and my associate
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| Like the clientele here get
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| The onions and the 'taters
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| Rib-eyes on the grill
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| Toothpicks and luckies
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| And a coffee refill as The rail-king lay rocking
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| He was leaving the ground
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| Then he was flying like Santa Claus
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| Over the town where
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| He came to the window
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| Of a house by a stream
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| It was a family Christmas
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| In the Ragpicker’s Dream there
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| Were kids at the table
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| All aglow in the light
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| Music in the wintertime
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| Sure carries at night there
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| Was turkey and gravy
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| Pie and ice cream
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| And gifts for each and everyone
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| In the Ragpicker’s Dream where
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| The red-eye keeps tumbling
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| In our glasses of beer
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| Me and my associate
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| Like the service in here there’s
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| A ten for your trouble
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| You have beautiful hair
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| Make the last one two doubles
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| It’s a cold one out there where
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| The scarecrow and the rail-king
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| Have started to dance
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| But a nightstick and a billyclub
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| Won’t give peace a chance here
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| I think they went thataways
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| Your song and dance team
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| Heading home for the holidays
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| With the Ragpicker’s Dream on His knees like a fighter
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| The rail-riding king
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| Like a sack of potatoes
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| Like a bull in the ring where
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| The scarecrow falls over
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| With a tear in the seam
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| Home for the rover
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| In the Ragpicker’s Dream where
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| The red-eye keeps tumbling
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| Like tears in our beer
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| Me and my associate
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| Like the ambience here where
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| They cornered two castaways
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| In a white flashlight beam
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| Merry Christmas and happy days
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| In the Ragpicker’s Dream |