Never caught like this before,
But I'd give my last possession
For a glimpse of you once more.
If we lose your old fool father
Folks 'round here can stand the loss,
He was raised in old Missoura,
Or he'd never stole that hoss.

[Illustration: "I am standing by her dug-out,
Open stands the sagging door."]


4

When my mind gets to recalling
All the happy times we had,
Good red liquor and tobacco
Gets to tasting kind o' bad.
You remember on your birthday
How I drove 'round kind o' late,
And we went to Donkey Collins'
To a dance, to celebrate?
When you got up in my wagon,
Bless my heart, you sure was sweet!
You was bound that you'd go barefoot,
'Cause your new shoes hurt your feet.
Well, I tell you, pretty Nancy,
Every minute of that ride
Seemed like floating through the heavens,
'Cause you set there by my side.