On The Edge of Common Sense

Dang it, someone spilt their coffee on the deck of cards again. Probably one of the new guys. This place looks like a den of hibernating coyotes. Shoot, they’ve broke another chair! And I’d been countin’ on a little game of solitaire. Kids. I’ve seen a million walkin’ through this bunkhouse door.They blow through here like tumbleweeds, I’ve give up keepin’ score.  Tonight they’re down at Mona’s pro’bly spendin’ their last dime ‘Cause we pull out on Monday. But way back there was a time

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