Ther' ain't no use in all this strife, br An' hurryin', pell-mell, right thro' life. br I don't believe in goin' too fast br To see what kind o' road you've passed. br It ain't no mortal kind o' good, br 'N' I would n't hurry ef I could. br I like to jest go joggin' 'long, br To limber up my soul with song; br To stop awhile 'n' chat the men, br 'N' drink some cider now an' then. br Do' want no boss a-standin' by br To see me work; I allus try br To do my dooty right straight up, br An' earn what fills my plate an' cup. br An' ez fur boss, I'll be my own, br I like to jest be let alone, br To plough my strip an' tend my bees, br An' do jest like I doggoned please. br My head's all right, an' my heart's meller, br But I'm a easy-goin' feller.