One more load in the hopper
A dollar in the coffer
Get tight on the rocker
We could have talked longer
Your sweet plans seem hollow
I've nothing to offer

She was a trestle 
His steam engine rolled her
And down through the cracks her hopes slid when he'd scold her
She sewed in the parlor
Kept flowers on the larder
That wilt when she falters
She wants him to hold her
She still sees her love even though he's grown older
She'd lighten the load if he'd hush when he told her

Her mirth conceals all sorrows
And she sings my sweet still

There's always tomorrow 
We'll outlast this trial
We'll get over this hill
In her heart she's the girl who pictured a legacy
Simmering the Old Sarco Still

Hoist a load on the wagon
Hitch up the asses
The flu took the lasses who would have attached them
Go out in the moonlight and trade for the tender
To tip the assayers scale

She's heard the treasury moves with indemnity pursuing unsanctioned swill
Blanket the barrel
Hold the stock level
The strongbox stays under the heel

Her mirth conceals all sorrows
Agents cry contraband
Herald the husband
Intent on the seizure of urns

Lend me a helping hand
He sits like a prouder man
Loosing these wheels from their vice
I've aught but a gramophone
A gift for my wife at home
Shimmying gives her delight

Her mirth conceals all sorrows