Now, good people, I wagoned and farmed for over 20 years, and the style of my wagoning firm was the Macon Midway Mule and Mitchell Wagon Transportation Company, situated on the dividing line, operated by gentlemen on and up to town, main office 8 1⁄4 miles, East Main Street, Murfreesboro, and 10 3 1⁄4 miles, West Main Street, Woodbury, Tennessee. Now, here's my song. I remember the years when I began to hoe, it was during the summertime, back in those good old days you could find whiskey, beer, and wine. I'd walk right into every saloon, I was strictly up-to-time. Never was a night that I didn't drive home, wasn't fooling with the end of the line. And wagoning for over 20 years, and living on the farm, I'd bet a hundred dollars to a half a ginger cake I'm hearing the trumpet sound. But I tell you now, since the bone-dryers come, you can't find a whiskey that's good. Done quit all of my drinking, done gone to serving God. I love to go to big meetings, and I'm going to tell you why. I love to sing and pray to God's sweet heaven when I die. And wagoning for over 20 years, and living on the farm, I'd bet a hundred dollars to a half a ginger cake I'm hearing the trumpet sound. And wagoning for over 20 years, and living on the farm, I'd bet a hundred dollars to a half a ginger cake I'm hearing the trumpet sound. And wagoning for over 20 years, and living on the farm, I'd bet a hundred dollars to a half a ginger cake I'm hearing the trumpet sound. And wagoning for over 20 years, and living on the farm, I'd bet a hundred dollars to a half a ginger cake I'm hearing the trumpet sound. And wagoning for over 20 years, and living on the farm, I'd bet a hundred dollars to a half a ginger cake I'm hearing the trumpet sound.