Misc Originals – Ashley Westcott - Sycamore Springs (Guitar)

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For five long years he’d been digging for gold,

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Up on the Klondike, fightin’ the cold.

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He’d staked out a claim, worked it all alone,

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Brought out his fortune,  and he headed for home.

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He hitched to the rail, in the town of Rye,

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Went to the saloon to see where to buy.

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His gal Ruby Sue, needed weddin’ rings,

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She was waitin’ for him,  at Sycamore Springs.

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The bartender eyed him, then yelled with a grin,

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Said “Sam my old friend, where you been?

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Rumor has it, that your woman done you wrong,

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She though you weren’t comin’ back, you been gone so long.”

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“Old Festus Hall  moved into your bed,

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Ruby Sue says this man she will wed.

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But I declare, it’s you she loves,

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Cause nightly she wails to the one above.”

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Sam face went dark, he turned on his heel,

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Strode out the door, one more bad deal.

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He rode all alone, sittin tall in the saddle,

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His Colts slung low,   loaded for battle.

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Up ahead, he could see the spread,

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The Sycamore trees,waving leaves overhead.

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The cabin sat, in the cool of the shade,

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 And by the front porch, a young boy played.

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In the doorway, the other man stood,

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Eyes glazed by liquor, holding a piece of wood

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“Boy get weedin,” he screamed raging mad,

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At this he struck out, bringing blood to the lad.

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Sam swung from the saddle, his guns blazing flames,

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“Leave him alone, You are to blame.”

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“He’s just a boy, that’s my son you are beating,

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Ruby Sues my gal,   an’ she’s not cheating.”

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Her red hair flaming, arms open wide,

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“Oh Sam, you are back! I thought you had died!”

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He kissed her lips, making her heart sing!

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Now this is the ballad of Sycamore Springs.