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Pick 'em Clean

from Coroner & Knives by Al Duvall

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I’m the finest looking hobo you’ll ever chance to meet All around the jungle fire they call me Handsome Pete We all look out for each other especially first-time boys I care for them just like a son ‘cause I see myself in every one And I pick ‘em clean I pick ‘em clean I’m the sweetest pal they’ve ever seen I beat ‘em down and I pick ‘em clean, There’s a salesman at the station come prowling for some sheep His satchel full of morphine his bankroll hidden deep As I tell him ‘bout the suckers he thinks I’m in the game He says ”where’s the action in this town?” I show him the ropes as I tie him down And I pick him clean I pick him clean I pick ‘em ripe and I pick ‘em green I beat ‘em down and I pick ‘em clean, Some hobos like their sterno some taste the sweet cocaine But they all become quite sober when I push them off the train After pulling off a caper I write my autograph It’s up in chalk for all to see 2/10 H.P. I pick ‘em clean I pick ‘em clean I dust my knucks on their dirty bean I beat ‘em down and I pick ‘em clean, There’s Dagger D and Rickets Big Bacon from Fort Smith Milwaukee Red and Glasseye and many more they’re with In a flophouse they call heaven with a hot stove at their feet They’ve passed on to a better life by my leather sap and bowie knife I picked ‘em clean I picked ‘em clean I ride off on the iron machine I beat ‘em down and I picked ‘em clean

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from Coroner & Knives, released March 20, 2005

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