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Jim Powell sang
"Life Gets Tee-jus, Don't it"
The sun comes up and the sun goes down. Hands on the clock keep going around. I just get up and its
time to lay down. Life gets tee-jus don't it?
My shoes untied but I don't care. I ain't figurin' on going nowhere.
I'd had to wash and comb my hair, and thats just wasted effort.
The water in the well getting lower and lower
can't take a bath for six month's more. But I've heard it said and its true I'm sure, that to much bathing will
weaking you.
I open the door and the flies swarm in. I shut the door and I'm sweating again. And in the process I
crack my shin. Its just one darn thing after another.
Old brown mule he must be sick. I jabbed him in the rump with
a pin on a stick. He humped his back but he wouldn't kick. There's something cock-eyed somewhere.
A mouse chawin'
on the pantry door. He's been at it for a month or more. When he gets through he'll sure be sore. Cause there ain't a
dang thing in there.
Hound dog's howling so forlorn. Laziest dawg that ever was born. He's howlin' 'cause he's settin'
on a thorn. Just too tired to move over.
Tin roof leaks and the chimney leans. An' there's a hole in the seat of my
old blue jeans, and I've ate the last of the pork an' beans. Just can't depend on nothin'
The cows gone
dry and the hens won't lay. Fish quit biting last Saturday. Troubles pile up day by day. Now I'm getting dandriff.
Grief
and misery, pains and woes, debts and taxes so it goes. I think I'm getting a cold in my nose. Life gets tasteless don't
it?
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