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Album by: They Aint Makin Jews Like Jesus Anymore Artist by: Kinky Friedman （kinky friedman） Just a ragged kid in overalls, he thumbed a ride one day He told me, anywhere youre goings on my way. But as we passed by big als drive-in his eyes began to flash He was leavin rapid city mighty fast. He said, i hope to God she finds the good-bye letter that I wrote her But the mail dont move so fast in rapid city, south dakota. Well, he left her just a blanket of snow upon the farm And that dont keep your conscience very warm. He said his friends were too durn country and his pa was too damn mean And there werent no money pumpin gasoline. And her gentle eyes, the merchandise of dreams the peddler sold her Who left her there alone in rapid city, south dakota. Now the reason he was goin, I aint sure I could say, Mightve been the rodeo in santa f. theres a doctor in chicago, I know shell be all right He told himself as he stared into the night. And he said, i hope to God she finds the good-bye letter that I wrote her But the mail dont move so fast in rapid city, south dakota. And all her people treatin her just like they never knowed her Lord, the winters passin slow in rapid city, south dakota.