An’ me a-leadin’ a column—
An’ War goin’ on!
Me that hollered for water,
With a splinter o’ hell in my side;
Me that have laid in the sun a-cursin’ the beggars and stretchers
As looked like they’d never a-come;
Me that found God with the gas at my throat
An’ raved like a madman for Maggie,
An’ wanted a wooden cross over me!
Me—an’ Slim Jim back o’ me singin’,