Just Folks
We\'re queer folks here.We\'ll talk about the weather,The good times we
have had together, The good times near,The roses buddin\', an\' the
beesOnce more upon their nectar sprees;The scarlet fever scare, an\'
whoCame mighty near not pullin\' through,An\' who had light attacks, an\'
allThe things that int\'rest, big or small; But here you\'ll never hear of
sinnin\' Or any scandal that\'s beginnin\'. We\'ve got too many other labors To
scatter tales that harm our neighbors.
We\'re strange folks here.We\'re tryin\' to be cheerful,An\' keep this home
from gettin\' tearful. We hold it dearToo dear for pettiness an\' meanness,An\'
nasty tales of men\'s uncleanness.Here you shall come to joyous
smilin\',Secure from hate an\' harsh revilin\';Here, where the wood fire
brightly blazes,You\'ll hear from us our neighbor\'s praises. Here, that they\'ll
never grow to doubt us, We keep our friends always about us; An\' here,
though storms outside may pelter Is refuge for our friends, an\' shelter.