Pitch sizzled on the hoss barn wall;
The road was jest a streak o’ smoky dust,
An’ every time a lizzie passed
The awf’lest clouds come rollin’ int’ the house,
An’ made us feel like bein’ gassed;
“Four Mile” was dry ’s a sermon, caked an’ cracked
’Cept here an’ thar a scummy pool,
An’ even in the deepest woods ’twas hot
An’ gaspy, stiflin’, never cool;
The wallers all dried out, an’ flies was thick