I am tired of work; I am tired of building up somebody else’s civilization.
Let us take a rest, M’lissy Jane.
I will go down to the Last Chance Saloon, drink a gallon or two
of gin, shoot a game or two of dice and sleep the rest of
the night on one of Mike’s barrels.
You will let the old shanty go to rot, the white people’s clothes
turn to dust, and the Calvary Baptist Church sink into the
You will spend your days forgetting you married me and your
nights hunting the warm gin Mike serves the ladies in the
rear of the Last Chance Saloon.
Throw the children into the river; civilization has given us too
many. It is better to die than to grow up and find that you
Pluck the stars out of the heavens. The stars mark our destiny.
The stars marked my destiny.
I am tired of civilization…..