haven’t lifted up my soul.
Says I’ve denned there in the kitchen like a
woodchuck in his hole.
—It’s along with other notions mother’s getting
from the club;
But I’ve got no growl a-comin’, mother ain’t let
up on grub!
Still I’m wishin’ she would let me have my
smoke and take my nap
In the corner, side the woodbox; I’m a plain old