I’m runnin’ down the road an’ uppin’ m’ thum’;
I’m hitchhikin’, as in a’ earlier day,
And I’m wond’rin’ if someone’ll slow down,
Someone who jus’ might be goin’ m’ way.

Apocopation, apocopation
Is makin’ me take
Off letters, forsaken.

The drive’ pull ove’ and ask, “Bud, where are you goin’ to?”
I tell him I got no destiny;
I just lookin’ for a ride, here outside.
And he say, “So jus’ hop inside; bide time wit’ me.”

Apocopation, apocopation
Is makin’ me take
Off letters, forsaken.

Glidin’ along, we get talkin’ together
About the weather an’ other o’ of nature ways.
On comin’ night, an’ in sight, a herd o’ cows—
We plow in. . .now in a’ apocopic daze.

Apocopation, epitruncation
Is makin’ me take
Off letters, forsaken.