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I pull out the choke, pump hard on the gas
Oh, this wheezin' old bus is complaining.
The Dungeness winter is blowing its last
It's cold, but for once it's not raining.
"Good morning, Jennifer, welcome aboard
That's a handsome new jacket you're wearing
Now hustle up, Carrie, I'm closing the door
And I'll ask you to knock off the swearing."
CHORUS:
And it's Jimmy Come Lately to Lost Mountain Road
The fog from the bay will be clearing
I'm crossing Dean Creek with a thirty-kid load
And I'd rather be nowhere but here.
I can still smell the sweat, hea