After a Visit

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I BE'N down in ole Kentucky
   Fur a week er two, an' say,
'T wuz ez hard ez breakin' oxen
   Fur to tear myse'f away.
Allus argerin' 'bout fren'ship
   An' yer hospitality--
Y' ain't no right to talk about it
   Tell you be'n down there to see.

See jest how they give you welcome
   To the best that 's in the land,
Feel the sort o' grip they give you
   When they take you by the hand.
Hear 'em say, "We 're glad to have you,
   Better stay a week er two;"
An' the way they treat you makes you
   Feel that ev'ry word is true.

Feed you tell you hear the buttons
   Crackin' on yore Sunday vest;
Haul you roun' to see the wonders
   Tell you have to cry for rest.
Drink yer health an' pet an' praise you
   Tell you git to feel ez great
Ez the Sheriff o' the county
   Er the Gov'ner o' the State.

Wife, she sez I must be crazy
   'Cause I go on so, an' Nelse
He 'lows, "Goodness gracious! daddy,
   Cain't you talk about nuthin' else?"
Well, pleg-gone it, I 'm jes' tickled,
   Bein' tickled ain't no sin;
I be'n down in ole Kentucky,
   An' I want o' go ag'in.

This work was published before January 1, 1924, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.