Ther' Ain'T No Use In All This Strife, An' Hurryin', Pell-Mell, Right Thro' Life. I Don't Believe In Goin' Too Fast To See What Kind O' Road You 've Passed. It Ain'T No Mortal Kind O' Good, 'N' I Would N'T Hurry Ef I Could. I Like To Jest Go Joggin' 'Long, To Limber Up My Soul With Song; To Stop Awhile 'N' Chat The Men, 'N' Drink Some Cider Now An' Then. Do' Want No Boss A-Standin' By To See Me Work; I Allus Try To Do My Dooty Right Straight Up, An' Earn What Fills My Plate An' Cup. An' Ez Fur Boss, I 'll Be My Own, I Like To Jest Be Let Alone; To Plough My Strip An' Tend My Bees, An' Do Jest Like I Doggoned Please. My Head'S All Right, An' My Heart'S Meller, But I 'M A Easy-Goin' Feller.