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Show WHEN THE GREEN GITS BACK IN THE TREES. In the spring, when the green gits back in the trees. And the sun comes out and stays. And your boots pull on with a good, tight nueeze. And you think of your barefoot days: When you ort to work and you want to not. And you and yer wife agrees It's time to spade, up the garden lot When the green gits back in the trees. Well, work is the least of my idees When the groen, you know, gits back in the trees. When the green gits back in the trees, and bees Is a buzzin' aroun' again. In that kind of a lazy "go-as-you-please" Old gait they hum roun' in. When the ground's all bald Where the hayrick stood, I And the crick 's rig and the breeze Coaxes the bloom in the old dogwood, dog-wood, And the green gits back in the trees I like, as 1 say, in sich ceenes as these, The time when the green gits back in the trees. When the whole tail-feothers o' winter time Is all pulled out and gone. And the sop it thaws and begins to climb. And the sweat it starts out em A feller's forrerd. a-gittin' clown At the old spring on his knees I kind o' like jes a-loafin' roun' When the green gits back in the trees .Ics' a-potterin' roun' as 1 do please. When the green, you know, gits back in tile trees. James Whit comb It i ley. |