Lyrics:

Our lowly liquor lobby longs to back a road to old time songs.
Biblebelts worn from here and after all were born in the know.

So rally round awhile Jim Crow for I thought I'd like to show they can recall the Alamo way down in old Mexico.

I left Academia amid sixty-two.
Was it sixty-one scholar was cooled from the U.
Doubtless more on sore wing than prayer I up and just withdrew to the wander round there.