I had a gal from Arkansas

Who had a lot of pride

And when I met her Pa and Ma

Oh goodness how alike

A purty gal from Tennessee

Sat down upon my lap

And when she started kissing me

I hollered fer my Pap

Chaw my backer chaw my gum

Drink my whisky drink my rum

Shoot my mouth and shoot my gun

But I'm too young to marry

I wouldn't have a married girl

I'll tell you the reason why

I'd be afraid she'd take a whirl

With some good lookin' guy

And I wouldn't have a single gal

It's very plain to see

I cannot find a single gal

Who hankers after me

Chaw my backer chaw my gum

Drink my whisky drink my rum

Shoot my mouth and shoot my gun

But I'm too young to marry

I found a gal with lots of buzz

And very much alive

And when I asked how old she was

She answered "Ninety-five"

I told her I would be her boss

And started in her door

She said "Get out you crazy hoss

You're only ninety-four"

Chaw my backer chaw my gum

Drink my whisky drink my rum

Shoot my mouth and shoot my gun

But I'm too young to marry

Some day I'm gonna settle down

With some sweet Katie dear

And teach my boys to run around

Just like their Daddy did

Chaw my backer chaw my gum

Drink my whisky drink my rum

Shoot my mouth and shoot my gun

But I'm too young to marry