Panguitch is a godforsaken hole…
Biff Sullivan and me
Stopped over for the night
Once last October
A lady gives us grub
And over at the pool hall
We snagged some cigarettes
In consequence the both of us
Was feeling quite expansive
Then Biff drags out a Pascal
We’d swiped in Salt Lake City
And give his stuff an air
The fellow was a high brow though
With words as wide as Texas
Disgusted with his hooey
We turned in for a flop
Inside a barn,
But ‘long towards eleven
Or thereabouts
Tin cans was raining on us
Like shacks upon a freight train
The town evinces public spirit
Says Biff, so we evacuated
With dignity of course
And leaves for Cedar City
Las Vegas, and all points south…
God ain’t been around much in Utah
Or Panguitch.
(Norman MacLeod)
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