well...I don't know where I might've picked this up. Sort o' like herpes.

"WHERE THE SILVER COLORADO WENDS IT'S WAY"
or
"THE SUCKERS SADLY GATHER"
by Richard Brazier (from the 3rd edition of the I.W.W. Little Red Songbook

The suckers sadly gather 'round the Red Cross office door,
And at the job sign longingly they gaze,
They think it's time they shipped out to a job once more,
For they haven't bought a job for several days,
So inside they go and they put down their dough,
"We have come to buy a job from you," they say,
The employment shark says, "Right; I will ship you out tonight,
Where the silvery Colorado wends it's way."

Chorus)
Now those suckers by the score are a-hiking back once more,
For they didn't get no job out there they say,
So to town they're hiking back o'er the old bum railroad track,
Where the silvery Colorado wends it's way.

The hobos quietly gather round a distant water tank,
While the bulls are safely resting home in bed,
And they sadly sit and ponder on the days that they ate pies,
And occasionally some moldy punk instead,
But now they're livin' high when a chicken coop in nigh,
For the ranchers send them chicken every day,
So to the jungles they skidoo to dine on chicken stew,
Where the silvery Colorado wends it's way.

chorus)
There's a 'bo neath every tree and they're happy as can be,
For the chewings 'round that place are good they say,
For they have chicken galore and they know where there is more,
Where the silvery Colorado wends it's way.