SUCCESS
All night the tank conductor goesAlong the skidroad through the treesAn’ sprinkles on the crispy snowsThe water thet will fall an’ freeze;Thus, by the aid of his device,Lays down an avenue of ice.At morn the busy teams will bumpAlong the way with mighty loadAn’ find a passage to the dumpAlong the tank conductor’s road—Will pile their creakin’ bolsters fullAn’ brag about the loads they pull.There are a lot of us, I guess,Who call ourselves “self-made” an’ such,Who talk about our own success,Yet haven’t done so very much.Fer, ten to one, some other cussWent out an’ iced the road fer us.
All night the tank conductor goesAlong the skidroad through the treesAn’ sprinkles on the crispy snowsThe water thet will fall an’ freeze;Thus, by the aid of his device,Lays down an avenue of ice.At morn the busy teams will bumpAlong the way with mighty loadAn’ find a passage to the dumpAlong the tank conductor’s road—Will pile their creakin’ bolsters fullAn’ brag about the loads they pull.There are a lot of us, I guess,Who call ourselves “self-made” an’ such,Who talk about our own success,Yet haven’t done so very much.Fer, ten to one, some other cussWent out an’ iced the road fer us.
All night the tank conductor goesAlong the skidroad through the treesAn’ sprinkles on the crispy snowsThe water thet will fall an’ freeze;Thus, by the aid of his device,Lays down an avenue of ice.
All night the tank conductor goes
Along the skidroad through the trees
An’ sprinkles on the crispy snows
The water thet will fall an’ freeze;
Thus, by the aid of his device,
Lays down an avenue of ice.
At morn the busy teams will bumpAlong the way with mighty loadAn’ find a passage to the dumpAlong the tank conductor’s road—Will pile their creakin’ bolsters fullAn’ brag about the loads they pull.
At morn the busy teams will bump
Along the way with mighty load
An’ find a passage to the dump
Along the tank conductor’s road—
Will pile their creakin’ bolsters full
An’ brag about the loads they pull.
There are a lot of us, I guess,Who call ourselves “self-made” an’ such,Who talk about our own success,Yet haven’t done so very much.Fer, ten to one, some other cussWent out an’ iced the road fer us.
There are a lot of us, I guess,
Who call ourselves “self-made” an’ such,
Who talk about our own success,
Yet haven’t done so very much.
Fer, ten to one, some other cuss
Went out an’ iced the road fer us.