There’s a time that you remember,
In October or September.
Mebbe early in November,
When the summer work is done.
When the air was soft and meller
And you met up with some feller,
That’s a right good story teller,
And you set there in the sun.
Yes, you done a little jokin’,
And some whittlin’ and some smokin’,
While your hosses went a pokin’
And a nibblin’ in the grass.
There was really nothin’ to it
And you didn’t mean to do it;
But before you hardly knew it,
Why a lot of time had passed.
Well, it wasn’t so excitin’,
Like a buckin’ hoss or fightin’,
Or a rattle snake a bitin’,
But when all was said and done;
All your life you never tire
Of the yarns told by some liar,
That you really did admire,
As he set there in the sun.
(Bruce Kiskaddon)
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