The boys were gathered at Malone's place
in a town called Chicken on the Fortymile
they were prospecting for the ore
prized by all far and wide
men had died in the frozen tundra
for the sake of their stake
many more would die in the race
for a place on the turbulent Fortymile
smile when you call me that followed
by a forty-four slug to the head
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