Over The Hill To The Poor-house I'm

Over The Hill To The Poor-house I'm Trudgin' My Weary Way.

We Thank Thee, O Father Of All, For... All The Soul-help That Sad Souls Understand.

There's Lots Of People - This Town Wouldn't Hold Them; Who Don't Know Much Excepting What's Told Them.

But I Have Learned A Thing Or Two; I Know As Sure As Fate, When We Lock Up Our Lives For Wealth, The Gold Key Comes Too Late.

So I Have Talked With Betsey And Betsey Has Talked With Me, And We Have Agreed Together That We Can't Never Agree