My Name Is John Johanna

My name is John Johanna;
I came from Buffalo town
For nine long years I've traveled
this wide, wide world around
Through ups and downs and miseries,
and some good days I saw
But I never knew what misery was '
til I went to Arkansas
I went up to the station,
the operator to find
Told him my situation
and where I wanted to ride
Said, 'Hand me down five dollars, lad;
A ticket you shall draw
That'll land you safe by railway
in the state of Arkansas'
I rode up to the station
and chanced to meet a friend
Alan Catcher was his name
although they called him Cain
His hair hung down in rat tails
below his under-jaw
He said he run the best hotel
in the state of Arkansas
I followed my companion
to his respective place
Saw pity and starvation
was pictured on his face
His bread was old corn dodgers;
His beef I could not chaw
He charged me fifty cents a day
in the state of Arkansas
I got up that next morning
to catch that early train
He says, 'Don't be in a hurry, lad;
I have some land to drain
You'll get your fifty cents a day
and all that you can chaw
You'll find yourself a different lad
when you leave old Arkansas'
I worked six weeks for the son of a gun;
Alan Catcher was his name
He stood seven feet two inches,
as tall as any crane
I got so thin on sassafras tea,
I could hide behind a straw
You bet I was a different lad
when I left old Arkansas
Farewell, you old swamp rabbits,
also you dodger pills
Likewise you walking skeletons,
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