I have a doctor Steve story, photographic memory. At Witt's cabin, on Burt lake. Witt asked him if he knew song. He played once through it doctor Steve says now I know it! Hope they don't mind, but at Wheatland, as far as I can tell, hope they don't mind, but the volo bogs sang, if I heard correctly,
When I was born a low (po') man,
Oh so bad,
Riley from Virginia
took everything I had.
Riley's been here
s'got my furniture s'gone

Riley came to my house
and these are the words he said,
Throw that tractor driver out
And load that poster bed.
Riley's...

Makes no difference Mister rich man
With all your fancy clothes,
You don't pay mr. Riley
You got no place to go.
Riley's...

Now Riley he's a rich man
Not po' folks like me