With you, I suppose.
I know how the dollars are burnin’
A hole in your pocket right now;
You’ll blow ’em—what use to be learnin’
A lumberjack how?
They’re waitin’ down there fer you, brother:
The barkeep is loadin’ the gin;
Each guy has some game er another
Fer takin’ you in.
The dames thet are plastered an’ painted