And I wonder sometimes, sonny, that we’ve
any backs at all
When I figer on the backaches in an
Old
Stun’
Wall.
If ye only knew the backaches in an old stun’
wall!
We read of men
Who with a pen
And I wonder sometimes, sonny, that we’ve
any backs at all
When I figer on the backaches in an
Old
Stun’
Wall.
If ye only knew the backaches in an old stun’
wall!
We read of men
Who with a pen