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He's the man from Eldorado and he's just arrived in town	A
In moccasins and oily buckskin shirt	B
He's gaunt as any Indian and pretty nigh as brown	A
He's greasy and he smells of sweat and dirt	B
He sports a crop of whiskers that would shame a healthy hog	C
Hard work has racked his joints and stooped his back	D
He slops along the sidewalk followed by his yellow dog	E
But he's got a bunch of gold dust in his sack	D
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He seems a little wistful as he blinks at all the lights	F
And maybe he is thinking of his claim	G
And the dark and dwarfish cabin where he lay and dreamed at nights	F
Thank God he'll never see the place again	H
Where he lived on tinned tomatoes beef embalmed and sourdough bread	I
On rusty beans and bacon furred with mould	J
His stomach's out of kilter and his system full of lead	I
But it's over and his poke is full of gold	J
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He has panted at the windlass he has loaded in the drift	K
He has pounded at the face of oozy clay	L
He has taxed himself to sickness dark and damp and double shift	K
He has labored like a demon night and day	L
And now praise God it's over and he seems to breathe again	H
Of new mown hay the warm wet friendly loam	M
He sees a snowy orchard in a green and dimpling plain	N
And a little vine clad cottage and it's Home	M
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He's the man from Eldorado and he's had a bite and sup	O
And he's met in with a drouthy friend or two	P
He's cached away his gold dust but he's sort of bucking up	O
So he's kept enough to night to see him through	P
His eye is bright and genial his tongue no longer lags	Q
His heart is brimming o'er with joy and mirth	R
He may be far from savory he may be clad in rags	Q
But to night he feels as if he owns the earth	R
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Says he Boys here is where the shaggy North and I will shake	S
I thought I'd never manage to get free	T
I kept on making misses but at last I've got my stake	S
There's no more thawing frozen muck for me	T
I am going to God's Country where I'll live the simple life	U
I'll buy a bit of land and make a start	V
I'll carve a little homestead and I'll win a little wife	U
And raise ten little kids to cheer my heart	V
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They signified their sympathy by crowding to the bar	W
They bellied up three deep and drank his health	X
He shed a radiant smile around and smoked a rank cigar	W
They wished him honor happiness and wealth	X
They drank unto his wife to be that unsuspecting maid	Y
They drank unto his children half a score	Z
And when they got through drinking very tenderly they laid	Y
The man from Eldorado on the floor	Z
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He's the man from Eldorado and he's only starting in	A2
To cultivate a thousand dollar jag	S
His poke is full of gold dust and his heart is full of sin	A2
And he's dancing with a girl called Muckluck Mag	S
She's as light as any fairy she's as pretty as a peach	B2
She's mistress of the witchcraft to beguile	C2
There's sunshine in her manner there is music in her speech	B2
And there's concentrated honey in her smile	C2
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Oh the fever of the dance hall and the glitter and the shine	D2
The beauty and the jewels and the whirl	E2
The madness of the music the rapture of the wine	D2
The languorous allurement of a girl	E2
She is like a lost madonna he is gaunt unkempt and grim	F2
But she fondles him and gazes in his eyes	G2
Her kisses seek his heavy lips and soon it seems to him	F2
He has staked a little claim in Paradise	H2
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Who's for a juicy two step cries the master of the floor	Z
The music throbs with soft seductive beat	I2
There's glitter gilt and gladness there are pretty girls galore	Z
There's a woolly man with moccasins on feet	I2
They know they've got him going he is buying wine for all	J2
They crowd around as buzzards at a feast	K2
Then when his poke is empty they boost him from the hall	J2
And spurn him in the gutter like a beast	K2
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He's the man from Eldorado and he's painting red the town	A
Behind he leaves a trail of yellow dust	L2
In a whirl of senseless riot he is ramping up and down	A
There's nothing checks his madness and his lust	L2
And soon the word is passed around it travels like a flame	G
They fight to clutch his hand and call him friend	M2
The chevaliers of lost repute the dames of sorry fame	G
Then comes the grim awakening the end	M2
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IV	U
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He's the man from Eldorado and he gives a grand affair	N2
There's feasting dancing wine without restraint	O2
The smooth Beau Brummels of the bar the faro men are there	N2
The tinhorns and purveyors of red paint	O2
The sleek and painted women their predacious eyes aglow	P2
Sure Klondike City never saw the like	S
Then Muckluck Mag proposed the toast The giver of the show	P2
The livest sport that ever hit the pike	S
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The live one rises to his feet he stammers to reply	Q2
And then there comes before his muddled brain	N
A vision of green vastitudes beneath an April sky	Q2
And clover pastures drenched with silver rain	N
He knows that it can never be that he is down and out	R2
Life leers at him with foul and fetid breath	S2
And then amid the revelry the song and cheer and shout	R2
He suddenly grows grim and cold as death	S2
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He grips the table tensely and he says Dear friends of mine	D2
I've let you dip your fingers in my purse	T2
I've crammed you at my table and I've drowned you in my wine	D2
And I've little left to give you but my curse	T2
I've failed supremely in my plans it's rather late to whine	D2
My poke is mighty weasened up and small	J2
I thank you each for coming here the happiness is mine	D2
And now you thieves and harlots take it all	J2
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He twists the thong from off his poke he swings it o'er his head	I
The nuggets fall around their feet like grain	N
They rattle over roof and wall they scatter roll and spread	I
The dust is like a shower of golden rain	N
The guests a moment stand aghast then grovel on the floor	Z
They fight and snarl and claw like beasts of prey	L
And then as everybody grabbed and everybody swore	Z
The man from Eldorado slipped away	L
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V	U
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He's the man from Eldorado and they found him stiff and dead	I
Half covered by the freezing ooze and dirt	B
A clotted Colt was in his hand a hole was in his head	I
And he wore an old and oily buckskin shirt	B
His eyes were fixed and horrible as one who hails the end	M2
The frost had set him rigid as a log	S
And there half lying on his breast his last and only friend	M2
There crouched and whined a mangy yellow dog	S

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