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Dooley’s Flask



'bout a million years ago I loved a girl too well,

Then she went off to Syracuse and I went all to hell.

I thought I'd die without her so I set about the task

Of hitching to her with my backpack and my friend Dooley's flask.



Dooley loaned the flask to me he said it might bring luck,

And sure nuff I got picked right up by a Harris Foodlines truck,

The driver was a nice guy, ‘bout as nice as you could ask,

He shared his lunch and I shared what I had in Dooley's flask.



He took me

All the way to Utica by still early afternoon,

Just more one hour up the thruway and I'd be there with my girl soon.

The day was blue and perfect, in the sunlight I did bask,

I danced a jig and took a swig from good ol' Dooley's flask.



And right then a cop pulled up, got out and asked me for I.D.

He went and searched my backpack inside out and then, well, he searched me.

He found no marijuana, but for the trouble of his task

He cursed me out real bad and confiscated Dooley's flask.



Well I never did get to Syracuse, I took a Short Line bus back home;

And Dooley was pissed, but worse my girl left with some guy for Nome.

And did I die without her? Well need you even ask?

Still I wish this song was all 'bout her and not about Dooley's flask.