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It’s sad to see your art hanging on the wall

So many pictures there

  Yours the best of all

I like the Indian

  The one in ballpoint ink

  In ancient Massachusettes long before you called

  You traded him and many others for a drink

  Your fingers thick from hammers

  Well it really makes you think

And then my father would fill your glass so tall

  When I was a kid I gophered in your crew

  Always a kind word

  And you showed me what to do

And living hammered, well its always hit or miss

  But through your cigarette-stained beard

  Your love rang true

And though you are so loved it had to come to this

You got shut off because you always stink of piss

And now you drink someplace where no one bothers you

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  Oh, Fitzy

  Oh, Fitzy

  Oh, Fitzy

  Oh, Fitzy

  Oh, Fitzy

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