on ’Cindy’s sole.
He talked the items right out loud, but ’Cindy
didn’t kick
So long’s he only reckoned things she’d had
while she was sick.
But when he got to projickin’ ’bout what
’twould prob’ly cost
To bury her in decent shape, he sort o’ up an’
crossed
The “mean-man” line, the “tarnal mean” an’