Taco, Buffalo, Birddog and Jesus

Taco, Buffalo, Birddog and Jesus
 Taking the? to see
 ? guidebook
 The hairiest thing we'd agree
 They'd been driving a pickup from Plymouth
 ? holes in his jeans
 As they whistled the spirits above them
 The circus matures beneath(?)
 Irrepressable? of peoples
 ? the others he knows
 But the ones who? nice people
 Into the black smoking hole
 Nobody opens his eyes
 It's hard to look up in the sun
 And so? shove them along
 In the cross? apple
 Something will carry us a long
 Takes a hell of a? sunday
 And stays till the boat swings along
 Nobody opens his eyes
 It's hard to look up to the sun
 And so?
 Beyond the bars and? of mid-western factory towns
 People?
 Some of us think it odd that a large percentage of bona-fide miracles were witnessed today
 But I've seen Taco take a big long drag off his self whittled pipe and sit back and laugh
 Rednecks hugging and buying each other drinks
 And then Jesus blows the clouds away with one puff
 Crawls back into his cage and goes to sleep