Planning the Future
When I was just a little boy An' Ma would tan my hide; I'd get my little doggie And to it I would confide.
"We'll get up in the morning And hit it for the West; I'm sick an' tired of everything, We'll give this burg a rest.
"We'll build a little cabin Clost to a swimmin' pool; There won't be any wash rags, And there won't be any school.
"There won't be any errands, And there won't be any girls, To tattle on a feller An' git sand in their curls.
"I'll smoke my pipe, you bet you, An' you can have the fleas; We'll hunt for bear an' possum, And we'll fight the bumble bees.
"We can waller 'round the river For days and months and years; An' no one 'round to holler 'Go wash your neck and ears!'
"We'll find a great big fortune And buy some choo-choo cars; An' you can have a collar, An' I'll smoke big black cigars."
And so on, and so on, and so on, Life will be just fine; For a faithful little doggie And a little boy of nine.