Yonder Soul

The man from o’er yonder
Sold his soul to the devil 
One autumn evenin’
Behind the juke.
Ol’ devil counteroffered
And said, “Why ‘on’t you 
th’ow in that nice car of yourn, too?”
The man from o’er yonder 
Snatched back his soul
From that demon’s hands.
He stepped back,
Took his pointy finger and
Pushed up the brim of his pork pie,
Peered them eyes right at that rascal
And snapped back, 
“Look a’here, buddyrow, 
now you want TOO much.”