a now sleepy little town, but we gave it a whirl;
outside in out tent, motels are not found,
'sides, it's been a couple of days since I slept on the ground.
Built by the railroad, the Atlantic and Pacific, back then,
'course now it's the Santa Fe, since I don't know when;
the flagstones built many buildings in the town,
that's where the nickname came from, it's known world round.
Route Sixty-six goes right through the middle of it,
but, of course, that's historic now, it's just a spot of spit;
interstate Forty now, but it goes right on by,
no time to stop and socialize for those on the fly.
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