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The Return To Rotgut Part 1
They say he had three Mothers The Earth, the Wind, and Water And His father was the Sun And the Moon was his daughter He wore a gun in his belt With clothing made from hide As He walked, He made no sound And never broke his stride Folks say he was part Cherokee Others say, part Crow There wasn't any clarity There was no way to know He wore a shiny locket On the inside of his shirt That he took out of the pocket Of a dead Comanche’s' skirt The feather in his hat Made the white folk all take notice And on his belt a sack With an ancient Aztec Poultice The myth, was he knew magic Taught by spirits raised by Shamans And because His birth was tragic He was thought to be a Demon As he passed through our town The People, looked away Afraid of being cursed They where glad he didn't stay The sun sank in the East As the wind blew from the West And he walked in a straight line Like a man bent on a quest He climbed up to the foothills Where the Injuns made their graves There he raised them from the dead As he made them all his slaves No one knew his purpose For the dead upon that mound Not at least, until that day He came back to this town
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