From coffee; eatin’ wa’n’t no fun no more.
An’ then I found I couldn’t git terbacker
Nowheres near strong enough. I tried all kinds
From fine-cut down ter Black Twist Nigger Head,
A leetle mite o’ which will make a hog
So sick he cain’t eat nuthin’ fer a week,
An’ like enough he’ll die. I give a mule
A piece onct, I remember, jes’ fer fun,
The handiest feller with ’is heels we hed.
Say! Soon’s the pizen got ter work inside,