Jest Lazy

Some folks they say they’re tired to death

     They jest can’t drag around;

They jest would like to give it up

     An’ lay down on the ground.

They are so awful, awful tired

     They don’t know what to do.

An’ thus they tell, day after day,

     The same ol’ tale to you.

Some say the weather makes ‘em tired,

     It is so dry and hot.

Some say it is the work they do,

     An’ cavil at they’re lot.

At any rate they git so tired

     Ere night hez come around

They jest would like to give it up

     An’ lie down on the ground.

Now I hev jest sech feelin’s, too,

     Don’t wanter move a peg;

A kinky, all-gone feelin’ in

     My body, arm an’ leg.

Don’t wanter hoe nor chop nor fish

     Don’t wanter creep nor crawl;

But I’ll be honest ‘bout myself

     Jest lazy, that is all.

June 21, ‘07