Settin’ In The Sun

I reckon the party who sets on a throne Has a perfectly miser’ble time; There always is someone a-pickin’ a bone With a king or a monarch sublime. Some calculate maybe that bein’ a king Is a job that is gen’ally fun-- Well, well, it may be, But the best thing, to me, Is jest settin’ right here in the sun.

I reckon the party who sets in the chair, In the President’s chair, an’ all that, Must tote on his person consider’ble care An’ a passel of woe in his hat. Some calculate maybe it’s fun to be boss Or even for office to run-- Well, that may be so, But the best thing I know Is jest settin’ right here in the sun.

I reckon the party who sets up on high He may wish for a moment that’s calm. It’s awful to set there an’ find by-an’-by That you’ve done gone an’ set on a bomb. I calculate, if they should blow up a king, In spite of the good he has done, Nary king he will be; But me, as for me, I’ll be settin’ right here in the sun.