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ALL FOR THE THOUGHT
ALL FOR THE THOUGHT
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This is a tale of a love-sick male, a farmer, lost in a world alone;
who struggled long and wished for strong, a wife to call his own.
Now strange things happen when you live way out; and apart from the rest of the world. Your heart wears thin from a yearn within when your thoughts get stuck on a girl.
For he's a lonely guy who's lost away, and pines for a woman's care.
all the time, not a day goes by not thinking of a maiden fair.
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Today he plans to go and look in a town that's far ahead,
for a faithful wife who can sew and cook and share his lonesome bed.
That first small town is a far-off nook, and ten miles to a house;
but once he's there, he'll start to look... for some consenting spouse.
Now he leaves on foot for there is no road, just nothing but woods around.
With a small canteen and a back-pack load he heads for that first town.
But he's only in the woods 'bout a-half a day before he came to know...
that somewhere in the thick path way he forgot which way to go!
So he goes in circles for fifteen days when all his supplies run out;
now all he can do is hope and pray that he'll find the proper route.
So in his plight as he trudges on through every other nook and cove;
he's willed determined to overcome for the sake of a woman's love!
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After several more days he's about worn out, no food, nor water to drink,
when his eyes caught sight of an old milk cow scratching on a barb wire link.
At last, he found that first small town as he peered through his blood-shot eyes...
at that first little shack that he has found that sets there atop the rise.
With his legs now sprawled, he starts to crawl like a snake that's after a mouse;
and with a parched-out throat he attempts to call to that little old shanty house;
but his voice is low 'cause his throat hurts so, and no one heard his cry,
but he set his sight on where to go; to the doorsteps which were nigh.
Well, he crawled to the porch with his throat all scorched,
lying prone, just a total wreck;
and with very little strength, but just enough force to rap there on the deck.
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Then a man inside raced outside to lend a helping hand;
and he says to him: "You look all in, but I'll help you if I can".
And the wretched man could hardly speak,
but he managed: "Do you have a daughter?"
And the owner, with a voice at peak,
said: " No, but I have food and water ! "
And with that answer, the weak one said:
"Sir, my flame within, you cannot douse,
but my dear friend I'll ask instead:
" How far is it to the next farm house?"
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( Strange things happen when you live way out,
and apart from the rest of the world:
your heart wears out in a lonely bout
when your thoughts get stuck on a girl! )
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William. E. Hardison / (c)
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