January 2011
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To the town of Agua Fria rode a Sister one fine day,
Hardly spoke to folks around her didn’t have too much to say,
No one dared to ask her business no one dared to make a slip,
for the Sister there among them had a bolter on her hip,
Bolter on her hip.
It was early in the morning when she rode into the town,
She came riding from the south side slowly lookin’ all around,
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