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The Wanderlusters

So we merged into the mazes
(There's that same old line again
But those well turned hackneyed phrases
Come in handy now and then.

Yes we merged into the mazes
Trod the old time outway trails
[[this line written in blue ink]] Sought the cure for [[word missing]]crazes
Rode the clanky railroad rails

There are jobs in California
Picking oranges and grapes
There are fishin boats a-runnin
Off the cold New England capes.

What it is I cannot answer
It's a something that we crave
[[pencil - original handwriting]] And it claims us like a cancer
Till we [[red pencil - modern hand]] reach a nomad's [[/red pencil]] [[strikeout in red pencil]] to the [[/strikeout]] grave [[/pencil]]

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Like the hardy men of of old

Traveled far in search of gold