OLD OCTOBER

Old October's purt’ nigh gone, And the frosts is comin’ on Little HEAVIER every day — Like our hearts is thataway!

Leaves is changin’ overhead Back from green to gray and red, Brown and yeller, with their stems Loosenin’ on the oaks and e'ms;

And the balance of the trees Gittin’ balder every breeze — Like the heads we're scratchin’ on! Old October's purt’ nigh gone.

I love Old October so, I can n't bear to see her go — Seems to me like losin’ some Old-home relative er chum —

‘ Pears like sorto’ settin’ by Some old friend‘ at sigh by sigh Was a-passin’ out o’ sight Into everlastin’ night!

Hickernuts a feller hears Rattlin’ down is more like tears Drappin’ on the leaves below — I love Old October so!

Ca n't tell what it is about Old October knocks me out!— I sleep well enough at night — And the blamedest appetite

Ever mortal man possessed,— Last thing et, it tastes the best!— Warnuts, butternuts, pawpaws, ‘ Iles and limbers up my jaws

Fer raal service, sich as new Pork, spareribs, and sausage, too.— Yit, fer all, they's somepin’‘ bout Old October knocks me out!