A rain of fast years and times whipped done me whipped good This very treatmentÂ's beaten / this very world wayÂ's bush whacked Most bachelor uncles into marrying men Labor day 1930 / they darken dane pavilion Pushing reluctant millions / from innocents to tangle men I shrine the good past / to polished perfect locket I carry and stare into / wallow around in While soon to be ghosts / and pretty tributes look in Their wasted time turned Back flast with thoughts of woman a trip sleep prayer for winning DonÂ't look at me son / with my doings undone and my bushes bending