Lookin’ fur Trouble

Don’t look fur trouble, brother,

     Don’t hunt it anywhere;

It’s roostin’ on the ridgepole,

     It’s in the very air.

You’ll allus find it ready

     To meet you where you stray;

Don’t hunt fur trouble brother,

     But dodge it ev’ry day.

It’s waitin’ round the corner

     To swat you when you pass;

It’s on the crowded highway,

     It’s hidin’ in the grass.

Ol’ trouble does the seekin’,

     You do not hev to fear.

The man who looks for trouble

     Will find it fur an’ near.

Bill Mosey looked fur trouble

Out on the street one night;

The doc who looked him over

Laid William wuz a sight.

This proves the wise ol’ sayin’,

     Though hard to understand,

That trouble’s allus ready

     To lend a helpin’ hand.

Sept. 22, ‘09