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Now old Sam was an ornery old rascal

and he shore was a hit with the gals

he lived in a shanty on the out skirts of town

and the panthers and pole cat's was his pals

Now he had a bony old hound, named  Dog

he ws yeller and skinny and mean

his ears were flappy and his eyes were dim

but his sense's of danger was keen

And Dog, he would always go with old Sam

to the saloon down in the middle of town

and while Sam would drink and dance with the gal's

old Dog, he'd just hassle around

Old Sam, he got real drunk one Saturday night

and he didn't remember what he'd done

but when he woke up with a hang over next morn

there lay his bride that he'd won

For he'd won old snaggle tooth Lizzie in a card game

won her on a ten dollar bet

Oh Loed he thought, as he looked at this hag

this is one card game I'll never ferget

Now Lizzie, she weren't no spring chicken

and her hair was stringy and grey

and she was so cross eyed, that she couldn't tell

if it was coming on night or was day

Now old Sam was in a state of depression

he just couldn't believe what he'd donre

and when he mentioned it down at the saloon the next day

all the blokes about died laughing from the fun

so old red faced Sam just got upand mosied on home

and old Dog just tagged along at his feet

but the closer he got to his old shanty home

he thought, something shore did smell sweet

he crossed o'er the threshold in wonder

for the room was a sight to behold

for it was clean, swept and neat

and the curtains were washed

and old Lizzie stood there by the stove

and there was fried chicken there on the table

and a big bowl of buttered creamed corn

and all of the fixin's that went along with it

the best Sam had eat in so long

Well Dog, he got all them old chicken bones

and he licked his lips and thought, hay

I hope he don't get rid of Lizzy to soon

for I shore want her to stay

Old Sam, he leaned back from the table

full as a tick, and he said

Lizzie, that was shore some fine vittles

and I think I'll just go off to bed

Now alt this went on for some days then

and old Sam wasn't sure how he felt

for his house was so clean, and he ate like a pig

and he had to let out a notch on his belt

but he decided it just wasn't to his liking

and he sent Lizzie packing to town

but along about supper time that evening

Old Dog showed his teeth with a frown

Now old Sam, hed got used to good cookin'

and when he looked all around

his house was a mess and so he guessed

he'd have to make that trip back to town

So he and old Dog, they trudged back to the saloon

that's right in the middle of town

and all the old cowboys stood there lookin' and

laughin' so hard, they'ed fall down

well he took old Lizzie back to the cabin

and as he sat on the porch half asleep

he decided he didn't care what any one thought

for the smells from the kitchen shore was sweet

Now let this be a lesson, young fellers

it ain't allers good looks you go by

for sometimes it worth it, to be well fed

and contented

and I'll tell you, it's shore worth a try