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I was kicking stones down by the riverListening to the call of the wildWhen you approached from the other directionI sang you the song of the motherless childYou could say I'm a starry-eyed dreamerYou could say I'm a troubadour of oldYou could say I'm a soldier of fortune(high plains drifter)Or a prospector digging for goldOutside the castle a lady-in-waitingHad her application deniedShe said, That's a bitter pill to swallowJust when I was hitting my strideI saw a man who took to the high wireLooked like he was dying to pleaseHe waved to the crowd belowThen he fell with the greatest of easeI've seen spirit horses with blood on their saddlesAngels with blue white wingsOr maybe I'm a tricksterAnd I've actually seen none of these thingsI'll give you twenty-five dollarsAnd then I'll give you twenty-five moreIf you can answer this questionWhat am I talking to you for? From Letras Mania