I want all hellions to quit puffing that hell fume in God's clean air.
I want all hellions to quit puffing that hell fume in God's clean air.
If you don't do it, then the women of this state will do it . . . You refused me the vote and I had to use a rock.
Oh, I tell you, ladies, you never know what joy it gives you to start out to smash a rumshop.
I felt invincible. My strength was that of a giant. God was certainly standing by me. I smashed five saloons with rocks before I ever took a hatchet.
You have put me in here a cub, but I will come out roaring like a lion, and I will make all hell howl.
Men are nicotine soaked, beer besmirched, whiskey greased, red-eyed devils.
Who hath sorrow Who hath woe; They who do not answer no; They whose feet to sin incline; While they tarry at the wine.
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