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We picked two passengers up at Big Pine, And while the broncos were changed that day I noticed them havin' a sneakin' chat With the greaser from down Monterey. Did you ever hear tell of the Great White Death, That creeps down the mountain side, Leavin' behind it a ghastly track Whar those who have met it died? WE PICKED TWO PASSENGERS UP AT BIG PINE AND WHILE THE BRONCOS WERE CHANGED THAT DAY I NOTICED THEM HAVIN A SNEAKING CHAT WITH THE GREASER FROM DOWN MONTEREY DID YOU EVER HEAR TELL OF THE GREAT WHITE DEATH THAT CREEPS DOWN THE MOUNTAIN SIDE LEAVING BEHIND IT A GHASTLY TRACK WHERE THOSE WHO MET IT HAVE DIED
Thar wuz a good many things in them thar parts As I couldn't quite understand. But I took a likin' to Yosemite Jim, Wuz with him on my very first trick; And from that time on I stuck to him Like a kitten to a good warm brick. Our headquarters then wuz the valley camp, It wuz down by the redwood way, With Chaparel across the spur, 'Bout fifty miles away. Wall, what I'm goin' to tell you, pard, Happened thar whar the trail runs into the sky; And if it hadn't a-bin fer Yosemite Jim, Wall, I'd be countin' my chips on high. The galoot that wuz punchin' the broncos fer me Wuz a greaser from down Monterey; And Jim used to say, "Keep your eye on him, pard, I don't think he's cum fer to stay; His eyes are too shifty and yeller, And his face is sullen and hard; And 'taint that so much as a feelin' I have; Anyhow, keep your eye on him, pard." One day when the mercury wuz way out of sight, And the frost it wuz on every nail, With jist the mail sack and specie box, The greaser and I hit the trail.  T THEN HADN'T JUST GOT THE LAY OF THE LAND THERE WAS A GOOD MANY THINGS IN THEM THIR PARTS AS I COULDN'T QUITE UNDERSTAND BUT I TOOK A LIKING TO YOSEMITE JIM WAS WITH HIM ON MY VERY FIRST STRIKE AND FROM THAT TIME ON I STUCK TO HIM LIKE A KITTEN ON A GOOD WARM BRICK OUR HEADQUARTERS THEN WAS THE VALLEY CAMP IT WAS DOWN BY THE REDWOODWAY WITH CHAPPARAL ACROSS THE SPUR BOUT FIFTY MILES AWAY WELL WHAT I'M GOIN TO TELL YOU PARD HAPPEN THAR WHERE THE TRAIL RUNS INTO THE SKY AN IF IT HADN'T A BEEN FOR YOSEMITE JIM WELL I'D BE COUNTING MY CHEPS ON HIGH THE GALOOT THAT WAS PUNCHIN THE BRONCOS FOR ME WAS A GREASER FROM DOWN MONTEREY AND JIM USED TO SAY KEEP YOUR EYE ON IMPARD I DON'T THINK HE'S COME FER TO STAY HIS EYES ARE TOO SHIFTY AN YELLER AN HIS FACE IS SULLEN AN HARD AN TAIN'T THAT SO MUCH AS A FEELIN I HAVE ANYHOW KEEP YOUR EYE ON IMPARD ONE DAY WHEN THE MERCURY WAS WAY OUT O SIGHT AND THE FROST WAS ON EVERY NAIL WITH JEST THE MAIL SACK IN THE SPECIE BOX THE GREASER AND I HIT THE TRAIL 
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