All
roads lead to Reno
North, South, East and West,
And
men who seek vacations
They like old Reno best.
You
visit Aunt Eliza
And she’s in tears, alack!
She
says, “He’s gone to Reno,
I wonder if he’ll come back?”
O,
Reno’s populated
By sports from every clime;
It
looks like they are going
To have a high old time.
They’re
going to bet their dollars
Upon the white and black;
But
O, if they are losers,
How will they e’re get back?
So
Mary Jane is weeping,
With naught to break the spell;
And
Catherine knows Reno,
Is not the place to dwell.
But
all roads lead to Reno,
And women mourn, alack!
They
sit in gloom and wonder
If hubby will come back.
June 26, ‘10
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