Well I’m a hired desperado
one smooth running gun
From the cool of the morning
to the setting sun
And if the song I’m singing
seems a bit extemporaneous
Call it an act of will
I’m nothing if not spontaneous
Well I’m a dog in the evening
And a tomcat at night
I’m an ox most days
I pull my plow under hot summer light
I get it together
pulled around one act of will
Me and my bootstraps
and this bitter pill
You can read an explanation of the origin of these lyrics here
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