Old Chair Dobie sat here on this porch in this chair spinnin' tales for whoever would listen. He'd clear his throat an' start pointing a hand like aiming a gun in the air. "That winter in the Nevadas," he'd tell, "Took three shells to stop that bear." And the spark in his eye was good cause for a tale from that porch and that old chair. ©Steve Dirksen
Dobie sat here on this porch
He'd clear his throat an'
"That winter in the Nevadas," he'd tell,
And the spark in his eye