I don't believe in frettin' and grievin'. Why mess around with strife?. I guess, I was cut out to step and strut out. Give me the simple life. . It must be pleasant, dining on pheasant.
It's gonna rain any minute. There's not a star in sight. Things are mighty slow. I guess, I'll close up shop. And go home to Joe. . I know he won't be glad to see me.