And the music stopped with a flash.
The stranger turned and his eyes they burned
In a most peculiar way
In a buck-skin shirt that was glazed with dirt
He sat and I seen him sway.
Then, his lips went in in a kind of grin
And he spoke and his voice was strong
And boys, said he, you don’t know me
And none of you care a Damn.
But I want to state, and my words are straight