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