Cranes Of Potter

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Claire was the mayor's daughter, knees went weak when I saw her
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We tussled for a summer when I walked in on her and Clyde
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And so she'd often wander with every boy in Potter
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Many suitors died with honour in war between the states

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And Clyde was a cavalry man when he got home to him she ran
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But he had eyes for Western lands and left her behind
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So Claire settled down, her husband moved her out of town
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They tried to lay her past to rest, hung up those evening gowns

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Now Jeremiah was a logger we all knew he's off his rocker
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Thought Claire to be his lover, much to her surprise
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Her children loved their mother, towards their father she grew fonder
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Her hair just turned blonder, beauty stood the test of time

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Then word got around, that Clyde was back in town
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By a way of manifest destiny he had gained himself renown
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In the year seventy-five, ten years after Lincoln died
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Claire kissed the kids goodnight, snuck off to meet her old friend Clyde

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Now Jeremiah saw that chance, his own twisted sick romance
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Denying his advances Claire was never seen alive
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He hung for what he'd done, we caught him bloody with his gun
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He never told us where she lay, but I know that Claire would run

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We never found that girl from Potter, who'd so often wander
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Till more than a century later a builder found her in the ground
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Beneath the cranes of Potter, where Jeremiah shot her
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There lies the mayor's daughter, two feet down
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Beneath the cranes of Potter, hair no often blonder
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Beneath the cranes of Potter, in her finest evening gown

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