By: Ardis E. Parshall - February 12, 2013 To My Grandson, Elder Ferry Curtis Hadlock By Charley Steele When you’re sweating ‘neath the collar,And your belt is getting loose,The chiggers they are bitingAnd are itching like the deuce,Your legs are getting wearyAnd you are tired as sin,Just tighten up your belt, my boy,And keep a-digging in. For Satan he is braggingWith his banner all unfurled,And with his vassal, Hitler,He is out ...
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