Life Gets Teejus, Doonít It?
The Sun comes up and the Sun goes down
And the hands on the clock go round and round
I just wake up and itís time to lay down,
Life gets teejus, doonít it.
My shoeís untied, but, shucks, I donít care
Cuz I recon I ainít a-goiní nowhere,
Iíd brush my teeth and comb my hair
Just too much wasted effort.
The water in the well getS lower and lower,
Ainít had a bath in a month or more;
Iíve heard it said and Iím sure itís true
That too much bathing will weaken you.
Danged olí mule, he must be sick.
I jabbed him in the rump with a pin on a stick
He hunched his back, but he wouldnít kick
Something cock-eyed somewhere.
Hound dogís howling so forlorn,
Laziest dawg that ever was born
Heís howliní Ďcause heís settiní on a thorn
Just too tired to move over.
Well, the cowís gone dry and the hens wonít lay
And my well dried up last Saturday
My troubles keep piliní up day by day
And now Iím gettiní dandruff.
Roofís a-leakiní and the chimney leans,
Aní thereís a hole in the seat of my old blue jeans
Now Iíve et the last of the pork aní beans,
Just canít depend on nothiní
Mouse is gnawiní at the pantry door
Heís been at it now for a month or more
When he gets through heíll sure be sore
Cause there ainít a dang thing in there.
Well, itís debts and taxes and pains and woes
Aches and miseries and thatís how it goes
And now Iím getting a cold in my nose,
Life gets tasteless, donít it.
Copyright Carson Robison
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