Than to live what folks call a life of ease—
Up thar in the city.
For I don't 'xactly understan'
Where the comfort is for any man,
In walking hot bricks and using a fan,
And enjoying himself as he says he can—
Up thar in the city.
It's kinder lonesome, mebbe, you'll say,
A-livin' out here day after day,
In this kinder easy careless way,