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I' be'n down to the Capital at Washington D C	A
Where Congerss meets and passes on the pensions ort to be	A
Allowed to old one legged chaps like me 'at sence the war	B
Don't wear their pants in pairs at all and yit how proud we are	C
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Old Flukens from our deestrick jes' turned in and tuck and made	D
Me stay with him whilse I was there and longer 'at I stayed	D
The more I kep' a wantin' jes' to kind o' git away	E
And yit a feelin' sociabler with Flukens ever' day	E
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You see I'd got the idy and I guess most folks agrees	F
'At men as rich as him you know kin do jes' what they please	F
A man worth stacks o' money and a Congerssman and all	G
And livin' in a buildin' bigger'n Masonic Hall	G
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Now mind I'm not a faultin' Fluke he made his money square	H
We both was Forty niners and both bu'sted gittin' there	H
I weakened and onwindlassed and he stuck and stayed and made	D
His millions don't know what I'm worth untel my pension's paid	D
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But I was goin' to tell you er a ruther goin' to try	I
To tell you how he's livin' now gas burnin' mighty nigh	I
In ever' room about the house and ever' night about	J
Some blame reception goin' on and money goin' out	J
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They's people there from all the world jes' ever' kind 'at lives	K
Injuns and all and Senators and Ripresentatives	K
And girls you know jes' dressed in gauze and roses I declare	H
And even old men shamblin' round a waltzin' with 'em there	H
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And bands a tootin' circus tunes 'way in some other room	L
Jes' chokin' full o' hothouse plants and pinies and perfume	L
And fountains squirtin' stiddy all the time and statutes made	D
Out o' puore marble 'peared like sneakin' round there in the shade	D
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And Fluke he coaxed and begged and pled with me to take a hand	M
And sashay in amongst 'em crutch and all you understand	M
But when I said how tired I was and made fer open air	H
He follered and tel five o'clock we set a talkin' there	H
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My God says he Fluke says to me I'm tireder'n you	N
Don't putt up yer tobacker tel you give a man a chew	N
Set back a leetle furder in the shadder that'll do	N
I'm tireder'n you old man I'm tireder'n you	N
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You see that air old dome says he humped up ag'inst the sky	I
It's grand first time you see it but it changes by and by	I
And then it stays jes' thataway jes' anchored high and dry	I
Betwixt the sky up yender and the achin' of yer eye	I
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Night's purty not so purty though as what it ust to be	A
When my first wife was livin' You remember her says he	A
I nodded like and Fluke went on I wonder now ef she	A
Knows where I am and what I am and what I ust to be	A
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That band in there I ust to think 'at music couldn't wear	H
A feller out the way it does but that ain't music there	H
That's jes' a' imitation and like ever'thing I swear	H
I hear er see er tetch er taste er tackle anywhere	H
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It's all jes' artificial this 'ere high priced life of ours	K
The theory it's sweet enough tel it saps down and sours	K
They's no home left ner ties o' home about it By the powers	K
The whole thing's artificialer'n artificial flowers	K
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And all I want and could lay down and sob fer is to know	O
The homely things of homely life fer instance jes' to go	O
And set down by the kitchen stove Lord that 'u'd rest me so	O
Jes' set there like I ust to do and laugh and joke you know	O
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Jes' set there like I ust to do says Fluke a startin' in	P
'Peared like to say the whole thing over to hisse'f ag'in	P
Then stopped and turned and kind o' coughed and stooped and fumbled fer	Q
Somepin' o' 'nuther in the grass I guess his handkercher	Q
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Well sence I'm back from Washington where I left Fluke a still	R
A leggin' fer me heart and soul on that air pension bill	R
I've half way struck the notion when I think o' wealth and sich	A
They's nothin' much patheticker'n jes' a bein' rich	A

James Whitcomb Riley

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