SUCCESS STORY by Al Jacobs
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It took real guts when I come here,
A’way back in ’63.
I didn’t get very much schoolin’,
Dat seemed a waste of time.
‘N the jobs I had ... all krappy,
Jus’ too much dirt ‘n grime.
But I stuck it out ‘til now, yuh see,
Who knows where things kin lead?
I figgered somethin’ good would break,
Damned sure I could succeed.
They ain’t no one kin tell me dat
I didn’t pay my dues.
T’ prove it I’m retirin’ wid
A million smackeroos.
I guess I otta’ menshun’,
In case yuh wanna know,
Aunt Madge just kicked da’ bucket …
Dat’s where I got da’ dough.