CREEPING SOIL PLACES. The Tom Paxton 1963.

Was always it the drilling ratchet and a friend?
It stuck with me in the old hard days.
It never gave, if I did not have paste.
We rambled circle in the rain and snow.

So much here at you my creeping boy.
Them to bring its rambles joy can?
So much here at you my creeping boy.
Them to bring its rambles joy can?

In the Tulsa city us chanced, in order to false transmit itself.
We have incoming goods ' D meant to try,
in order to function one day.
He says the employer the area for had _ to say.
My old drilling ratchet rather "bum incoming goods ' D".

The night in a shrub camp leaves.
At cold fact and was damp.
It received cold weather, and it kept it bad.
They took the unique friend, who had I one day.

It left me here to ramble.
My creeping drilling ratchet went dead and.
If, if we die, we go let us unite-hurry.
Me a dollar to bets it has you creeping there.