Hayseed

1. A hayseed one day to himself did say,
"I've worked just a year and a minit."
To the city he flew, his money he drew,
This hayseed was bound to be in it.

2. He went to a hotel, he engaged him a room;
It cost him five dollars a minit.
But he did not care, he had money to spare;
This hayseed was bound to be in it.

3. He went to his room, he blew out the gas,
He pulled down the bed and got in it.
Next morning at nine, in a coffin of pine
This hayseed was strictly dead in it.


From Carl Sandburg's "American Songbag".  A minstrel song about the accidents and calamities that country people met with in the large cities.    Apparently, there were many songs about those who “blew out the gas” lights, and the dire consequences thereof.