I wish I knew just why I went and did
this all my life. I can remember on
my first day, stood out in the glaring sun,
and thinking, “There is no way I can con-
tinue here, it will break my blasted back”
O sure my spine is twined like the roots of a tree,
And my skin is worn like an alligators be.
But the greenbacks I squirrelled midst the red summers,
Will sweeten the winter of my life with liqueur.