In a broad slouch hat and dungerees
I made my way from Tennessee
to the red and throbbing heart of Big Ol’ World.
I’ve seen the cities and the sights
seen some good folks (and some shights),
but most of all I’ve seen my own reflection.
I should’ve stayed at home in bed,
with Shakespeare, and the rest I’ve read,
who tell me that it’s just a Big Ol’ Dream.