| Show 1 I i j masis is i S 4 M aa lom 0 1 A FASTER FASTER I 1 oh the count rys full of automobiles increasing Inc reasin every day when I 1 hear their toots and honks bonks and s equels beas I 1 reckon come to stay from the abo thunder ln truck to the pussyfoot pussy foot toot liz the count rys entirely tilled filled its only by luck and batchin wat chin my biz I 1 aint long ag ago 0 been killed it so long sence pence the country road was waa the safest place we know knew old dobbin smiled with his pie raced faced load where the sweet wild roses grow grew but now we shiver in dire alarm as we prod our faithful donk and we jump the fence from bodily harm at the sound ot of the devilish houk bonk I 1 used to love IOTO to gather the flowers that garnished the old rall rail fence when lovers lane was a matter ol of hours and the perfume stole my sense but gosh hero here lately the flowers Is dead from the weight ot of the horrid dust duat where tho the dam road hog with wit the bullet head must beat the record or bastl at CL I 1 y ai y ve |
