An Easy-Goin’ Feller
Ther’ ain’t no use in all this strife,An’ hurryin’, pell-mell, right thro’ life.I don’t believe in goin’ too fastTo see what kind o’ road you ‘ve passed.It ain’t no mortal kind o’ good,‘N’ I would n’t hurry ef I could.I like to jest go joggin’ ‘long,To limber up my soul with song;To stop awhile ‘n’ chat the men,‘N’ drink some cider now an’ then.Do’ want no boss a-standin’ byTo see me work; I allus tryTo do my dooty right straight up,An’ earn what fills my plate an’ cup.An’ ez fur boss, I ‘ll be my own,I like to jest be let alone;To plough my strip an’ tend my bees,An’ do jest like I doggoned please.My head’s all right, an’ my heart’s meller,But I ‘m a easy-goin’ feller.