By something not far short of a miracle, here it is. Transcribed from a Paul Clayton performance during a 1961 or '62 gig recorded at the Cafe Yana, Boston, MA.

Can't tell you how happy I am to solve this mystery and restore this lost classic. Mike Rivers, if you're still around from six years ago—enjoy.

Bob

STREETS OF TOLEDO

As I strolled out in the streets of Toledo,
As I strolled out in Toledo one day,
I spied a poor cowboy, all there on his stretcher,
And I says to him, buddy, you've sure lost your way.

Why, the last time I seen you was down in Laredo,
And you weren't lookin' well then, you ain't much improved,
Why did you wander so far on your stretcher?
Pray tell me why you ever did move?

If the weather was bad way down in Laredo,
Why didn't you go to Miami instead?
And if you're goin' in f'r all this long-distance travelin',
Why didn't you go in a hospital bed?

It was not the weather that caused me to travel,
This poor dyin' cowboy looked at me and said,
'Twas all of them fifes and them slow drums a-beatin',
[They] all gave me a pain in my head.

There was sixteen gamblers all leapin' an' jumpin',
Six pretty maidens all singin' a song,
'Twas worse than the Twelve Days of Christmas rolled together,
I picked up my stretcher and dragged it along.