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The Indians send signals from the rocks above the pass The cowboys take position in the bushes and the grass The squaw is with the corporal, she is tied against the tree She doesn't mind the language, it's the beating she don't need She lets loose al

No cameras, no lights, no stars in my eyes And no way of getting through to you No writing, nor call with a two-time tart And no way to make a dream come true Walking up the street, take a hold of my hand Its just a postcard of the place I knew Becau