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Know Jed Williams? Blamedest man You'll ever see or ever can; 'Pears like there's nothin' can disturb That critter in his ca'm perturb In viewin' things o' this here life, With nary hitch or fret or strife; Fer trubble gives him all the track, An' never once does she talk back.
Jed craves terbacker fearful sight,
Seems tho' he's got a appertite
Fer eatin' it—you never seed
The man could beat him at the weed.
No matter what or who you be,
Be you yourself or be you me,
If old Jed's 'round he's sure to say—
A-passin' o' the time o' day—
He'll say: "Fine weather, finest ever saw,
How's your chewin'? Give us a chaw."
Was thinkin' now when Jed's first wife Unhitched herself from this here life— She's raised right here in this old town— An' when they lets the coffin down,