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We passed further west, riding Delta south on 61

The bridge they put you on in ’67 wasn’t it, you said, only something like you had in mind

And clear a hundred miles from where the flowers grew

Who knows which muddy waters, Tallahatchie or Yazoo, might have carried them away?

They say someone burned it down in ‘72: vandals, so the story goes

 
Seems the truth’s around the table anyhow