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Carl Sandburg - Caboose Thoughts
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IT`S going to come out all right-do you know?
The sun, the birds, the grass-they know.
They get along-and we`ll get along.

Some days will be rainy and you will sit waiting
And the letter you wait for won`t come,
And I will sit watching the sky tear off gray and gray
And the letter I wait for won`t come.

There will be ac-ci-dents.
I know ac-ci-dents are coming.
Smash-ups, signals wrong, washouts, trestles rotten,
Red and yellow ac-ci-dents.
But somehow and somewhere the end of the run
The train gets put together again
And the caboose and the green tail lights
Fade down the right of way like a new white hope.

I never heard a mockingbird in Kentucky
Spilling its heart in the morning.

I never saw the snow on Chimborazo.
It`s a high white Mexican hat, I hear.

I never had supper with Abe Lincoln.
Nor a dish of soup with Jim Hill.

But I`ve been around.
I know some of the boys here who can go a little.
I know girls good for a burst of speed any time.

I heard Williams and Walker
Before Walker died in the bughouse.

I knew a mandolin player
Working in a barber shop in an Indiana town,
And he thought he had a million dollars.

I knew a hotel girl in Des Moines.
She had eyes; I saw her and said to myself
The sun rises and the sun sets in her eyes.
I was her steady and her heart went pit-a-pat.
We took away the money for a prize waltz at a Brotherhood dance.
She had eyes; she was safe as the bridge over the Mississippi at Burlington; I married her.

Last summer we took the cushions going west.
Pike`s Peak is a big old stone, believe me.
It`s fastened down; something you can count on.

It`s going to come out all right-do you know?
The sun, the birds, the grass-they know.
They get along-and we`ll get along.
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