text_original: It was court day as I rode into the little town of Jonesboro, the air sparkling like a blue diamond over the mountain crests, and I drew deep into my lungs once more the scent of the frontier life I had loved so well.
text_transcription: IT WAS A COURT DAY AS I RODE INTO THE LITTLE TOWN OF JONESBORO THE AIR SPARKLING LIKE A BLUE DIAMOND OVER THE MOUNTAIN CRESS AND I DREW DEEP INTO MY LUNGS ONCE MORE THE SCENT OF THE FRONTIER LIFE I LOVED SO WELL
phonemes: ɪt wʌz kˈɔːɹt dˈeɪ æz aɪ ɹˈoʊd ˌɪntʊ ðə lˈɪɾəl tˈaʊn ʌv dʒˈoʊnsbɚɹˌoʊ, ðɪ ˈɛɹ spˈɑːɹklɪŋ lˈaɪk ɐ blˈuː dˈaɪəmənd ˌoʊvɚ ðə mˈaʊntɪn kɹˈɛsts, ænd aɪ dɹˈuː dˈiːp ˌɪntʊ maɪ lˈʌŋz wˈʌns mˈɔːɹ ðə sˈɛnt ʌvðə fɹʌntˈɪɹ lˈaɪf aɪ hæd lˈʌvd sˌoʊ wˈɛl.