his poet’s sweatin’ again:
Life Gets Tedious, Don’t It?
(Doc Watson, 1970)
The sun comes up and the sun goes down
Hands on the clock keep goin’ around
I just get up and it’s time to lay down Life gets tedious don’t it.
My shoe’s untied but I don’t care
’Cos I wasn’t figurin’ on goin’ nowhere I’d jist have to wash, and comb my hair, and That’s just wasted effort
Water in the well’s gettin’ lower and lower Ain’t had a bath for six months more But I’ve heard it said and it’s true I’m sure, that Too much bathin’ will weaken yuh . . .
I open the door, the flies swarm in
Shut the door and I’m sweatin’ again
And in the process I crack my shin
Jist one durn thing after another
That old brown mule he must be sick
I jabbed him in the rump with a pin on a stick He humped his back, but he
wouldn’t kick Sump’n’ cockeyed somewhere . . .
There’s a mouse a chawin’ on the pantry door He’s bin’ there for six months or more When he gets through he’s sure gonna be sore, cos There ain’t a durn thing in there
Houn’ dog howlin’ so forlorn
Laziest dog that ever wuz born
He’s howlin’ cuz he’s sittin’ on a thorn Jus’ too tired to move over
The tin roof leaks an’ the chimney leans There’s a hole in the seat of my ol’ blue jeans An’ I’ve et the last of the pork an’ beans You cain’t depend on nuthin’
The cow’s gone dry and the hens won’t lay Fish weren’t bitin’ last Saturday
Troubles just keep pilin’ up, day by day, and Now I’m gittin’ dandruff
Griefs and miseries, pains and woes
Debts and taxes, and so it goes
I think I’m gettin’ a cold in by dose
Life gets tasteless, don’t it?