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letra de pick 'em clean - al duvall

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

therе’s a salesman at the station come prowling for somе 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 ’em off the train
after pulling off a caper i write my autograph
it’s up in chalk for all to see
“2/10” and “h” and “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

- al duvall

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