Doc Watson — Life Gits Teejus Dont It Live In New York / 1970

[Intro] This is a, sort of a portrait in words to a lazy country boy Now I can't think of anybody in the world that'd fit any better than me or Merle, either one Because when it's hot in the summertime, I'm just about as lazy as I can be And, uh, Merle's a chip off the old block, you know Or Rosaly said he was, but— Yes, if she hears that, I'll be murdered A little tune that's just actually talk, though And there's sorts of little pickin' 'long the 'hind And this music on this sounds like somethin' somebody stole from one of those little classic ditties You know, that's not really folk music It's a thing called— it's a thing called "Life Gits Teejus, Don't It" [Chorus] The sun comes up and the sun goes down And the hands on the clock go 'round and 'round And I just get up and it's time to lay down Life gets teejus, don't it? [Verse 1] My shoe's untied, but shucks, I don't care 'Cause I reckon I ain't' a-goin' nowhere I'd wash my face and comb my hair Huh, it's just too much wasted effort [Verse 2] I open the door and the flies swarm in And when I shut the door, I'm a-sweatin' again And in the process, I crack my shin Just one darn thing after another [Verse 3] The cow went dry and the hens won't lay And the fish all quit bitin' last Saturday My troubles keep pilin' up, day by day And now I'm gettin' dandruff [Verse 4] My old great mule, you know I think the rascal's sick For when I stuck him in the rump with a pin on a stick He humped up his back but he just wouldn't kick There's somethin' cockeyed somewhere [Verse 5] Old hound's a-howlin' so forlorn That's the laziest dog that ever was born He's a-howlin' because he's a-sittin' on a thorn And he's just too tired to move over [Verse 6] Tin roof leaks and the chimney leans And there's a hole in the seat of my old blue jeans And I've had up the last of the pork and beans Just can't depend on nothin' [Verse 7] The mouse spinnin' on on my cupboard door He's been at it now for I guess a month or more When he gets in there, he's sure gonna be sore Ain't a darn thing in it [Verse 8] It's debts and taxes and pains and woes Aches and miseries and that's how it goes And now I'm gettin' a cold in my nose Life gets tasteless, don't it? [Chorus] The sun comes up and the sun goes down And the hands on the clock go 'round and 'round And I just get up and it's time to lay down Life gets teejus, don't it?