I had me blues not long ago,
And thought I'd walk around.
I started at the depot,
And here is what I found.
I called on Doc across the street,
But he had gone away,
Out on a "Pill-grim-age" she said,
He does that every day.
I walked up to the corner then,
And called on Gordon Stong,
Then crossed the street to Sanford's store,
But dared not stay long.
In Emersons and Garbers shop,
Was all one could desire,
Then Hall and Dunbar's Hardware store
And Viers who mends your tire.
I just looked in at Victor Berg's
And stopped to get my mail.
When Charlie Seward yelled at me
"I think you better sail."
I crossed the street and stood and looked,
Until my eyes were sore,
Just looking at those fine spring hats,
In Hattie Johnson's store.
I stepped into the harness shop,
To talk to Mr. Slater,
He said, "I'm very busy now,
Drop in a little later."
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I went to the barber shop,
Some friends I thought to see,
The "Mourners" bench and chairs were full,
There was no room for me.
The poolroom run by Eddie Hall,
The Lyons Hardware store,
Then Herbert Emm, the restaurant man,
The bank with wealth galore.
A rest room looms one door north,
Maintained by William Green,
Perry Carpenter came next,
With dry goods - - pork and beans.
I called on Mr. Dennis next,
The vulcanizing gent,
When I got out of Fullers store,
I didn't have a cent.
I went into the drug store then,
To visit Smith and Yost,
I'm sure I heard a noise in there,
That sounded like a ghost.
I never had much use for drugs,
Or ghosts and things like that
So I went into Art Gillespies place
To rest and have a chat.
I made that round trip right on time,
And I'll give you a hunch,
The business folk at Lyons
Are a jolly honest bunch.
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