Like strings on a harp stretched too tight—
Doc, that was the time I got started;
I changed in a minute that night.
“A few of my friends have stuck by me,
And assisted in lightening my load,
But the way most of them would eye me;
Soon caused me to hit for the road.
“From city to city I’ve wandered,
And month after month rolled around;
What money I had I soon squandered,