Hollister

Hollister lives out in a place we call the Coals
With his Cousin George and Arthur Black
In the Milner Hotel and everybody knows
Once you're there you're never comin' back

Hollister, gonna hold my hands up high
Sittin' on the platform when you come walkin' by

George is sellin' pencils and Arthur's standin' 'round
Hollister won't get up out of bed
He only wants to see the sun when it's goin' down
Isn't that what I heard he said?

Hollister, walkin' out the kitchen door
Leave a little money, why you wanna take it for?

Could it be I'm tipplin', am I fallin' down?
Better take my rest here, I suppose
Watchin' all them strangers ridin' into town
Carryin' a matchbox for their clothes

Hollister, look at what you gone an' done
Pick up your belongings, put away your gun

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