Butch Weldy

 After I got religion and steadied down
They gave me a job in the canning works,
And every morning I had to fill
The tank in the yard with gasoline,
That fed the blow-fires in the sheds
To heat the soldering irons.

And I mounted a rickety ladder to do it,
Carrying buckets full of the stuff.

One morning, as I stood there pouring,
The air grew still and seemed to heave,
And I shot up as the tank exploded,
And down I came with both legs broken,
And my eyes burned crisp as a couple of eggs.

For someone left a blow-fire going,
And something sucked the flame in the tank.

The Circuit Judge said whoever did it
Was a fellow-servant of mine, and so
Old Rhodes' son didn't have to pay me.

And I sat on the witness stand as blind
As Jack the Fiddler, saying over and over,
"l didn't know him at all.
"

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