I DON'TA care eef all dees town Turn upsi' down, An' earth-quake com' along som' day An' bust eet up. I gona 'way; I won't be dere! At last I gona turn my face From evratheeng een deesa place. I don'ta care. I don'ta care for town nohow; I'm farmer now! I gotta house dat stan's alone, Three leetla rooms -- but all my own -- Wan bed, two chair, Wan stove, two table an' wan wife. So for dees town, you bat my life, I don'ta care! I don'ta care for ceety street; Eet smals not sweet. But now I know how mooch eet's worth To own som' leetla cleana earth, To own som' air Dat's sweet as wine upon da breath -- Here even eef I starve to death, I don'ta care! |