The last of the Chicken Preachers. Toured the country with his tent and missus. Spreading the word of Frank Blues: "Peyote, whiskey, and chicken is ya only hope!" Last seen wandering off into the forest of azure:
A boot, pointed down, and floating ontop of the lake. A disjointed leg led down to one blue face. And in hand a bottle so cold. Though eyes were open I knew for sure there was no one home.
"As I stood on the edge I looked down and only one moon I could see."
One cork bobbin' in this the only sea that it had ever known.
"Ain't never stood on no sea
ain't never stood so high
until the day I died"
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