My conscience finally got to me. Workin' sixty hours a week. Leavin' her alone, bored to death at home. So, one day, I asked off early. . I dropped that bottle of wine.
Well, I'm laid up on a creek-bank. With a cold one in my hand. It's eighty-eight in the shade. I got the bait in an old tin can. . An' ol' Blue's been a barkin'.