Expects every day to be summer again,
except for each night when it's hot.
The flies are worse over there.
Today just before, have some faith.
Some wigglers, are moving back in
from out back a ways, here they are.
You there and there come here
and sit down a spell, can you draw?
While we wait on them, can you
tell me again, I'm deaf in one ear.
See that fella with his head hung
down, she beat him to it real good.
That mare over yonder may look
real slow, with fast hands about her.
Pulling on that string like that, it's a
wonder any body expects you to.
By gollies no I ain't had another one
of those shots since I last saw that
farmers sheep, listen hear now. I only
Expect every day to be summer again,
except for each night when it's hot.
Do you think you can draw all of that on
that pad and leave room for what's said?
g.b.
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