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Moccasin, the Loafer of the West

When I first came to the West, a doctor there to find
A charlatan in an alleyway was pleasing to my eyes
Her canny nose, her sultry mind, so did me entice
She said her name was Moccasin, the loafer of the West

I asked her "Do you know where, a doctor I can find?"
"A man with a bad heart, medicine he needs."
"Follow me, and on the way, I shall tell you a tale"
Thus spoke Moccasin, the loafer of the West

We walked past Lilly, and company
"You see those cats there, freeing the world to death
They create patients, they do not create cures"
A conclusion of Moccasin, the loafer of the West

"Given a dilemma, you get to choose your horn
Good politics but awful policy.
Children starve while food rots slowly on the shelves."
Thus spoke Moccasin, the loafer of the West

Away down in yonder shady grove, a dagger in her hand
She stepped up to her rival and pierced him to the breast
Although she swore her life away, deprived me of my rest
Still I love my Moccasin, the loafer of the West

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