My papa was a hobo when they delivered me. We didn't have a doctor 'cause he couldn't pay the fee. But when the goin' got too bad to ease his misery. Now papa played the dobro this way and he'd go.
Well, you said you had enough. You said that you were leavin'. I said, "Shove off honey, baby, I ain't grievin'. You can pack your bags and pull out this evenin'.