By Don Kenton Henry
I ner’ been to Europe er met the president
But I’ve sat on a warm wooden bridge and tossed pebbles at a crawdad
I ner’ owned no car, but I’ve felt the summer sand
between my toes as I walked down our lane to fetch the mail
Ner’ had no fine horses neither, but I got a dawg at ain’t lost a coon yet an a coon at ain’t bit me
Dawg’s name is Stan
He’s a black and tan
Gamest dawg in In-di-an!
Sic ’em, Stan!
Though I ain’t got much learnin, I can fix it if’n it’s broke
My hands is smart!
Thought one time ’bout leavin’ this heah farm an movin’ to the city
I visited there onc’t an saw the big buildins
I saw the folks ‘er too
Don’t need no learnin’ to know they weren’t happy
Guess ‘old Stan and I’ll just stay heah till we die
Gotta be a coon out there we can’t tree
Maybe we’ll find him, Stan and me . . .
If’n the highway don’t get him first
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