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THE HABIT * |
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'VE beat my way wherever any winds have blown, I've bummed along from Portland down to San Antone, From Sandy Hook to Frisco, over gulch and hill; For once you git the habit, why, you can't keep still.
I settles down quite frequent and I says, says I, " I'll never wander further till I comes to die." But the wind it sorta chuckles, " Why, o' course you
will," And shure enough I does it, cause I can't keep still.
I've seed a lot o' places where I'd like to stay, But I gets a feelin' restless and I'm on my way. I was never meant for settin' on my own door sill, And once you git the habit, why, you can't keep still.
I've been in rich men's houses and I've been in jail, But when it's time for leavin', I jes hits the trail; I'm a human bird of passage, and the song I trill, Is, " Once you git the habit, why, you can't keep still." '
•A song current in Arizona, probably written by Berton Braley. Cowboys and miners often take verses that please them and fit them to music. ^ f ^1,^*4 ^ |
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