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Buffham Strikes Again

THE BRASS HAT by Les Buffham Old Abe Jinks was a sorry cuss When he came in to town he’d stir up a fuss He beat his wife and whipped his kid Aint no tellin’ what else he did He had a patch of wheat and sold some hogs Spent his money on whiskey and starved his dogs He’d get on the fight when on the drink And was always stirrin’ some kind of stink Me and the boys was just settin’ ‘roun’ When old Abe Jinks rode in to town He was whippin’ his mule with a willer switch And it was hard to tell just which was which In the saloon he tromped with a mighty roar Then came a flyin’ back right out that door He got up slow spittin’ dirt and dust We boys was all a laffin’ fit to bust He charged … Read entire article »

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