Like A Young Colt

Like a young cold the country was now growing fast Passenger trains in the east were traveling a hundred miles an hour People in the country could buy clothes by mail order And get 'em back within two weeks After twenty years or more the South Was still mending its wounds from the civil war But with all the country's problems The union was solid Red American novelists and poets Were coming into their own People were expressing their love For America in song and in poem And in South Carolina A high tone southern gentleman Expressed his love and admiration For his president James A Garfield in such a way