Jelly jar, jelly jar

I close my eyes and see me running along the river's edge, sporting the swampy patches in the sweet grass long before I have to broad-jump keeping pace with the slap of the murky water against the river's edge

Missus' husband home too early, she managed to rush me off my knees swabbing her kitchen floor clean with rags fresh from the clothesline just like she like,

To my feet,

Pushed through the screen door, almost falling to my knees

Landing in my just-swept dirt,

On your feet, gal, and git!

I knew my two dollars was lost for today's work,

I knew to run like the wind through the back pea patch,

Over the woodpile,