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Show HIS LITTLE COUNTRY PAPER When the evenin' shade is fallin at the endin' o' the day An' a feller rest from labor, just smokin' his pipe o' clay, There's nothin' does him so much good, be fortune up or down, As the little country paper from his ol' home town. It am a thing o' beauty an its print ain' always clean But it straightens out hi3 temper tem-per when a feller's feelin' mean. It takes the wrinkles off his face an' brushes off his frown, That little country paper from his ol' home town. It tolls of all the parties an' balls of Pumpkin Row, 'Bout who spent Sunday with his girl, an' how the crops will grow ; How it keeps a f filer posted 'bout who is up and who is down That little country paper from his ol' home town. Now, I like to read the dailies an the story papers too, An' at times the yellow novels an' some other trash don't you? Hut when I want some readin' that will brush away a frown, I want that little paper from my ol' home town. |