FOOD FOR VAGABONDS
Show me, oh, show me the open road, _ As straight as an arrow Into the sun. Show me the harrowed field, fresh sowed, And pastufls green where the cattle run. All that I ask is to set me free On a road unbending into the Ska Where the country around me's fair to see. A sweet relief to the weary eye. Show me, oh, show me the open road Where nothing exists to fill the v-ew, Where nature is queen in her own abode. And I’ll put up a petrol pump or two.
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Sun (Auckland), Volume IV, Issue 1064, 30 August 1930, Page 19
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96FOOD FOR VAGABONDS Sun (Auckland), Volume IV, Issue 1064, 30 August 1930, Page 19
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