It's Only a Burg in the Wilderness
Tune: Harry von Tilzer's "A Bird In A Gilded Cage"
It's only a burg in the wilderness;
A hick little one-horse town.
Every dawn, it wakes, and it brims with life—
Till dusk, when it all shuts down.
Its notion of Sin is a boring one:
To cheat at the game of chess.
And it ain't Roaring Fork—
It's New York, New York;
That's the burg in the wilderness.
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