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Matthew was a country boy |
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Until one day he found |
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That cheatin' folks was easier |
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Than plowin' his daddy's ground |
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He left his farm in Ohio |
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Bound for Chicago town |
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He crossed Big Jim and turned his back |
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A bullet laid him down |
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And as he lay there dying |
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He begged, "Will I see my Ohio?" |
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In my reply, I lied a bit |
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And said I did not know |
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Jim McCall was meek and small |
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And to become a man |
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He'd have to build himself up tall |
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With fancy folks and land |
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He threw some stones at honest friends |
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And got himself these things |
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His children left him and he sneered |
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"That's what my kindness brings" |
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And in the South End he got lost |
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And asked me where to go |
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In my reply, I lied a bit |
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And said I did not know |
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And lazy Susan called me up |
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She'd heard I stole the show |
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In my reply I lied a bit |
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And said I did not know |
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In my reply I lied a bit |
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And said I did not know |
