I'm just a lonesome hombre, Just a-sittin' here, Don't know what I'll do next fall, There's times that I don't care. Here I sit a-mopin' A dreaming' silly dreams. A worthwhile guy would figure He'd scheme a lot of schemes. But when I think of people That never get the blues They ain't so darned hot, mister. They've just one life to choose. They ain't had knots to saw through; It's all been soft white wood. Some day they'll wish they'd hit them knots. Then they'd know they could. There's times in life when all of us Has gotta shovel coal And steam 'er up fer quite a bit To ever get that goal. But them that's had to struggle, To squeeze through some tough fight, They sort of know the ropes to pull; They get along alright.