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A gay little centipede, all without fear, Crawls over my pillow and into my ear.
Now all you claim holders, I hope you will stay And chew your hard tack till you're toothless and
gray; But for myself, I'll no longer remain To starve like a dog on my government claim.
My clothes are all ragged as my language is rough, My bread is corn dodgers, both solid and tough; But yet I am happy, and live at my ease On sorghum molasses, bacon, and cheese.
Good-bye to Greer County where blizzards arise, Where the sun never sinks and a flea never dies, And the wind never ceases but always remains Till it starves us all out on our government claims.
Farewell to Greer County, farewell to the West, I'll travel back East to the girl I love best, I'll travel back to Texas and marry me a wife, And quit corn bread for the rest of my life.