I' Got No Patience With Blues At All! And I Ust To Kindo Talk Aginst 'Em, And Claim, 'Tel Along Last Fall, They Was None In The Fambly Stock; But A Nephew Of Mine, From Eelinoy, That Visited Us Last Year, He Kindo Convinct Me Differunt While He Was A-Stayin' Here. Frum Ever'-Which Way That Blues Is From, They'd Tackle Him Ever' Ways; They'd Come To Him In The Night, And Come On Sundays, And Rainy Days; They'd Tackle Him In Corn-Plantin' Time, And In Harvest, And Airly Fall, But A Dose 'T Of Blues In The Wintertime, He 'Lowed, Was The Worst Of All! Said All Diseases That Ever He Had - The Mumps, Er The Rheumatiz - Er Ever'-Other-Day-Aigger'S Bad Purt' Nigh As Anything Is! - Er A Cyarbuncle, Say, On The Back Of His Neck, Er A Felon On His Thumb, - But You Keep The Blues Away From Him, And All O' The Rest Could Come! And he'd Moan, "They'S Nary A Leaf Below! Ner A Spear O' Grass In Sight! And The Whole Wood-Pile'S Clean Under Snow! And The Days Is Dark As Night! You Can't Go Out - Ner You Can't Stay In - Lay Down - Stand Up - Ner Set!" And A Tetch O' Regular Tyfoid-Blues Would Double Him Jest Clean Shet! I Writ His Parents A Postal-Kyard, He Could Stay 'Tel Spring-Time Come; And Aprile First, As I Rickollect, Was The Day We Shipped Him Home! Most O' His Relatives, Sence Then, Has Either Give Up, Er Quit, Er Jest Died Off; But I Understand He's The Same Old Color Yit!