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HOLOWAY
Holoway, that is his name, Guess he hain't much known to fame, Lived around these hills a few, Been to Calif orny, too, Got a ranch jes' down the crick, An* a cabin clean an' slick; Fer an old batch, Holoway 'Sneater than a pin, they say. But that hain't a mark to the kindness o'
him or a mark to what he can do, If you happen around with a case of the blues that's eatin' the heart out o' you; Tis then that he'll up an' bust you kerbang a slap on the back an* he'll say: "What's the use o' your mopin', you might better smile, 'cause you looks a lot sweeter that way."
Holoway, yes, Holoway, Hair an' beard a-turnin' gray, But his heart is jes' as young As when all his boyhood sung. Yes, his heart is jes' as true, . Got the same bright hopin', too, All these days that you an' me Fret into eternity. |
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