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The rest of my family set out for the West.

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There wasn't nothing to eat, but... I couldn't
leave. Something just wouldn't let me.

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So now I just wander around
and sleep wherever I am.

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I used to tell myself
that I was looking out for things

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so that when the folks come back,
everything would be all right.

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But I knowed it wasn't true.

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There ain't nothin' to look out for.

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And there ain't nobody ever coming back.

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They're gone!

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And me...

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I'm just an old graveyard ghost.

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That's all in the worid I am.

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Do you think I'm touched?

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No.

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You're Ionely, but...

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you ain't touched.

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Well, it don't matter. If I'm touched,
I'm touched and that's all there is to it.

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The thing I don't understand
is my folks taking it. Like Ma.

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I seen her nearly beat
a pedlar to death with a live chicken.

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She aimed to go with an axe in the other
hand, got mixed up, forgot which was which.

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When she got through with that pedlar,
all she had left was two chicken legs.

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Just a...

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Just a plain old graveyard ghost.

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That's all.

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She's settling.

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What do you figure on doing?

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It's hard to say.

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Stay here till morning,
go to Uncle John's, I reckon.

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After that, I don't know.

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Listen.

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That's them. Them lights.

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Come on. Come on. We gotta hide out.

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Hide out for what? We ain't doing nothing.

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You're trespassing. This ain't your land no
more! That's the superintendent with a gun.

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- Come on!
- Come on, Tom. You're on parole.

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Muley!

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All you gotta do is hide and watch.

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- Won't they come out here?
I don't think so.

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- One came out once and I clipped him...
- Shh!

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...from behind with a fence stake.

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They ain't bothered since.

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He ain't here.

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Anybody ever told me
I'd be hiding out in my own place...

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Lord, make us grateful for what
we are about to receive, for His sake. Amen.

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I seen you. You ate during grace.

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Just one little dab.
Just one teeny little old dab. That's all.

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- Ain't he messy though.
- I seen him. Gobbling away like an old pig.

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Why don't you keep
your eyes shut during grace?

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What's it say again, Uncle John?

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It says, "Plenty of work in California.
800 pickers wanted."