Confederate flag flying
From the back of his Harley,
I'm sitting in Escalante, Utah
At the outfitters
Surrounded by fishing
Flies, powerbars, and nylon rope.
Two Swedes and their rented bikes
Are talking with him,
What do they say?
I'm just listening to the dock of the bay,
Taking my time, seem's like nothing's
Gonna change.
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