Crime and trouble, sin and shame;
But as far as I can reckon,
It’s not the city that’s to blame.
They say folks don’t mind the Bible,
That they’re always in a row,—
But the old folks in the country
Don’t know nothin’, anyhow!
Yes; I said I’d leave the country,
But I’m back again, you see;
Neighbors, birds, and flowers, and sunsets,