.Lily pulled a horseshoe
From a pile of junk
Said "I'm gonna keep this good luck
Piece of iron inside my trunk"
The boy just whispered "Okay"
And grabbed his old black dog
As we piled on in and cut out
Through that late November fog
Oh yeah
Dull as a ploughsha.
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