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LYRICS:

Back yonder a few years or three
There was a feller born out Phoenix way
By fighting his way out of
A cactus patch in the middle of
A field of scorpions.

His name was Char Dawg.
And he came out carrying a lug wrench
And a 12 string guitar

And if you've ever seen him strolling by
With the setting sun at his back
And catch him in a thirsty mood
With a pitcher full of sun brewed sagebrush tea
You might hear him sing a song
And it might go something like this here

Well I said what I said
I've never done before
Ain't no man buried or
Ever alive or more
Who could catch more tangled
Fishing line than me

And if you think you want
To even the score
I'll tell you what
I've probably told some more
You can turn that tangled line into a fishy tree

Now some folks say if
You're out cruising the American Southwest
In your open top hatch back big wheel
Turbo charged caravan
Chasing the cactus dream
And you end up out on
Highway 666
Rocketing past the ship on a rock
Out there in search of the perfect mutton sandwich
And if you let up too much on the throttle
And flood the engine with unnatural gas
Well son you're in the wrong place anyways

Cuz if you're looking for ol' Char Dawg
You'd be better off turning your house into a boat
And setting sail for the troubled waters
Out down the slender walls
Of the San Juan Canyon out Navajo Lake ways

But if you make it that far
And manage to avoid getting swallowed up
By the strange and terrible gargantuan fishing cat
That resides in an underwater condo
At the bottom of the lake
And you come around that bend
Where the swallows drink
From the pitcher of enchantment
And you catch a glimpse of ol' Char Dawg
In his fantastic glory
You be sure to wish him
A helluva Happy Birthday!