Now back in the country

Where I was born

Is on a little old hillside farm

My pa raised six kids

And one of 'em was me

In the fall of the year

When the fields got white

We'd start pickin' cotton

About daylight

On Saturday

Pa'd take it all to town

And along about dark

And everything was still

We could tell it was pa comin' down the hill

'Cause he'd rear back and he'd sound off somethin' like this

Ewww ewwww

Ha ha ha ha haaaa

Ewww ewwww

Ha ha ha ha haaaa

Now we'd go out to meet him

With a lantern light

'Cause the roads got crooked

On saturday night

And he'd come on down the hill

And he'd stop in the yard

He'd sit up there on that wagon seat

And he'd say boys I'm hard to beat

Two hundred pounds of steel

And twice as hard

Southern wild and wooly and full of fleas

And there never been cares for all his needs

And he'd rear back and bellow out a course or two

Ewww ewwww

Ha ha ha ha haaaa

Hehehehe

Ewww ewwww

Ha ha ha ha haaaa

That's my pa

Jittered up and ready

And about half wild

And I can whip anybody in about half mile

Of course there wasn't anybody there

Except me and little skeet

Just as tough as a hickory frier

And I can dive deeper and come up drier

And he did it too

Right off that wagon seat

Oh it shook him up

When he hit the ground

Pa got up and looked around

And then ran back and let us have it again

Ewww ewwww

Ha ha ha ha haaaa

Ewww ewwww

Ha ha ha ha haaaa

Ewww ewwww

Ha ha ha ha haaaa