You'll have to be a little more standoffish,
When fellers offer you a buggy ride.
I'll give a imitation of a crawfish,
And dig myself a hole where I can hide.
I heared how you was kickin' up some capers,
When I was off in Kansas City, Mo.
I heard some things you couldn't print in papers,
>From fellers who been talkin' like they know!
I only did the kind of things I orta, sorta,
To you I was as faithful as c'n be fer me.
Them stories 'bout the way...
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