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Jeffery

Someone came and painted his house last week
It’s all black
Dressed up and in mourning
I’m not sure where the old boy’s gone

His backyard was a paddock
Post and rail fence
I used to take a look, through the hedge
Always felt transported, another time indeed

We chattered for a while one day
Standing on the road
Turns out we had both been cowboys, long ago

The old fella had a twinkle in his eye
Like an unsolved mystery from outa space
Scars on his skin that could tell a thousand stories
You lost his attention quickly
When something pretty walked on by
I never did find out, if he’s in that big old paddock in the sky