(Kinky Friedman)

Just a ragged kid in overalls, he thumbed a ride
one day He told me, "Anywhere you're going's
on my way." But as we passed by Big Al's
drive-in his eyes began to flash He was leavin'
Rapid City mighty fast.

He said, "I hope to God she finds the good-bye
letter that I wrote her But the mail don't move
so fast in Rapid City, South Dakota."

Well, he left her just a blanket of snow upon the
farm And that don't keep your conscience very
warm. He said his friends were too durn country
and his pa was too damn mean And there weren't
no money pumpin' gasoline.

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peddler sold her Who left her there alone in Rapid
City, South Dakota.

Now the reason he was goin', I ain't sure I
could say, Might've been the rodeo in Santa Fé.
"There's a doctor in Chicago, I know she'll
be all right " He told himself as he stared into
the night.

And he said, "I hope to God she finds the
good-bye letter that I wrote her But the mail
don't move so fast in Rapid City, South
Dakota."

And all her people treatin' her just like they
never knowed her Lord, the winter's passin'
slow in Rapid City, South Dakota.