Down on a farm in Arkansaw, lived Bud and Sis and Maw and Paw, Paw sat and watched the road all day, a-hopin’ that a trav’ler would pass that way. 
Stranger come a-ridin’ by that way, he stopped to talk and pass the time of day. Suddenly the rain come pourin’ down, and he was many miles from the nearest town. 
They asked the stranger in and he stayed all night, the rain kept-a-fallin’, oh, what a sight! His covers got wet and his clothes got soaked, the stranger got so mad that he nearly choked. 
The stranger packed his things and he left in the rain, he never passed that way again, and the farmer’s roof is a-leakin’ still, he never got it fixed and he never will. 
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