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I grew up in Mount Pleasant, a little beach town

It was sandy and flat as a board

Us boys would go swim down at Pickett Street Bridge

The only pool we could afford

Now when I say bridge, it was more like a beam

That no seven year old was afraid of

Just a piece of scrap lumber laid over the stream

The dead wood that legends are made of

I left Mount Pleasant for the desert southwest
Found a wife, raised some kids, settled down
I told ’em my stories, but them kids wouldn’t rest
’Til they made me the talk of the town

Soon Mount Pleasant was a menacing summit
Picketts bridge, a red giant of rust
And no one survived a fall from it
But I swore to do it or bust

Then one night, according to legend
With a Kool-Pop I stole from the fridge
I climbed to the top of Mount Pleasant
And jumped off the Pickett Street bridge

Now, who was I to challenge an innocent fable

Don’t want folks thinking something was wrong

Or maybe my kids were a little unstable

So I just started playing along

No one batted an eye or even thought it was odd

Every time that my story was told

That I’d added another flimsy façade

To make dang sure it never got old

Anytime there was folks worth impressing
I’d spice up my tale just a smidge
How I climbed to the top of Mount Pleasant
And jumped off the Pickett Street bridge

Now my neighbors bedazzle the story without me
My grandkids all swear it’s the truth
The West Valley Times ran a big spread about me
And I’ll be danged if they didn’t have proof

It’s tough being famous - I ought to know
I’ve wrestled it now forty years
My kids have to curate my portfolio
Of Pickett Street Bridge souvenirs

And there’s no turning back or saying I’m sorry
As the folks line the streets just to wave
So I better just smile and stick to my story
And carry the truth to the grave

And If I ever make it to heaven
I promise I’ll pay for my fibs
Oh, I’ll climb to the top of Mount Pleasant
And jump off the Pickett Street bridge