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Show oo HE WAS A DECENT GUY I'd rather have it said fo me, I When this old journey's through, That on my way I'd tried to be, A friend to all I knew, Than havo it.said 1 gathered gold And then have voices fall Because they knew when that was told I They's really said it all. I'll gladly pass alpng my way. When comes my time to die, If all. who knew me here shall say: "He was a decent guy!" I've heard men speak beside their dead j I've fttood in many a room J And noted what Is often said, By mourners in the gloom. I've heard high-sounding words of grief from many a polished tongue. And stammered phrases of belief Which from (he heart wore wruii" And I shall gladly journey on To whero men's spirits fly, If some shall say when I am gone- "He was a decent guy.'" It's hard lo think up things to say When death is at the door, And speechloss many turn away, Whose tongues were glib before, "ict in the homely words of men True meaning may be found While praises which the master pen May be but empty sound. So I shall feel my life worth while If friends shall testify And say of me in simple stvle: "He was a decent gu !"" I |