THE WOODSPOSSESSION
THE WOODS
There’s some of us has this world’s goods,An’ some of us has none—But all of us has got the woods,An’ all has got the sun.So, settin’ here upon the stoop,This patch o’ pine beside,I never care a single whoop—Fer I am satisfied.Now, take the pine on yonder hill:It don’t belong to me;The boss he owns the timber—still,It’s there fer me to see.An’, ’twixt the ownin’ of the sameAn’ smellin’ of its smell,I’ve got the best of that there game,An’ so I’m feelin’ well.The boss in town unrolls a mapAn’ proudly says, “It’s mine.”But he don’t drink no maple sapAn’ he don’t smell no pine.The boss in town he figgers landsIn quarter-sections red;Lord! I just set with folded handsAn’ breathe ’em in instead.The boss his forest wealth kin readIn cent an’ dollar sign;His name is written in the deed—But all his land is mine.There’s some of us has this world’s goods,An’ some of us has none—But all of us has got the woods,An’ all has got the sun!
There’s some of us has this world’s goods,An’ some of us has none—But all of us has got the woods,An’ all has got the sun.So, settin’ here upon the stoop,This patch o’ pine beside,I never care a single whoop—Fer I am satisfied.Now, take the pine on yonder hill:It don’t belong to me;The boss he owns the timber—still,It’s there fer me to see.An’, ’twixt the ownin’ of the sameAn’ smellin’ of its smell,I’ve got the best of that there game,An’ so I’m feelin’ well.The boss in town unrolls a mapAn’ proudly says, “It’s mine.”But he don’t drink no maple sapAn’ he don’t smell no pine.The boss in town he figgers landsIn quarter-sections red;Lord! I just set with folded handsAn’ breathe ’em in instead.The boss his forest wealth kin readIn cent an’ dollar sign;His name is written in the deed—But all his land is mine.There’s some of us has this world’s goods,An’ some of us has none—But all of us has got the woods,An’ all has got the sun!
There’s some of us has this world’s goods,An’ some of us has none—But all of us has got the woods,An’ all has got the sun.So, settin’ here upon the stoop,This patch o’ pine beside,I never care a single whoop—Fer I am satisfied.
There’s some of us has this world’s goods,
An’ some of us has none—
But all of us has got the woods,
An’ all has got the sun.
So, settin’ here upon the stoop,
This patch o’ pine beside,
I never care a single whoop—
Fer I am satisfied.
Now, take the pine on yonder hill:It don’t belong to me;The boss he owns the timber—still,It’s there fer me to see.An’, ’twixt the ownin’ of the sameAn’ smellin’ of its smell,I’ve got the best of that there game,An’ so I’m feelin’ well.
Now, take the pine on yonder hill:
It don’t belong to me;
The boss he owns the timber—still,
It’s there fer me to see.
An’, ’twixt the ownin’ of the same
An’ smellin’ of its smell,
I’ve got the best of that there game,
An’ so I’m feelin’ well.
The boss in town unrolls a mapAn’ proudly says, “It’s mine.”But he don’t drink no maple sapAn’ he don’t smell no pine.The boss in town he figgers landsIn quarter-sections red;Lord! I just set with folded handsAn’ breathe ’em in instead.
The boss in town unrolls a map
An’ proudly says, “It’s mine.”
But he don’t drink no maple sap
An’ he don’t smell no pine.
The boss in town he figgers lands
In quarter-sections red;
Lord! I just set with folded hands
An’ breathe ’em in instead.
The boss his forest wealth kin readIn cent an’ dollar sign;His name is written in the deed—But all his land is mine.There’s some of us has this world’s goods,An’ some of us has none—But all of us has got the woods,An’ all has got the sun!
The boss his forest wealth kin read
In cent an’ dollar sign;
His name is written in the deed—
But all his land is mine.
There’s some of us has this world’s goods,
An’ some of us has none—
But all of us has got the woods,
An’ all has got the sun!