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,
Wooo hooo, hooo-ooo,
Ha ha ha ha haaaa

Ewww, ewwww,
Wooo hooo, hooo-ooo,
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,
Wooo hooo, hooo-ooo,
Ha ha ha ha haaaa

Hehehehe,

Ewww, ewwww,
Wooo hooo, hooo-ooo,
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,
Wooo hooo, hooo-ooo,
Ha ha ha ha haaaa

Ewww, ewwww,
Wooo hooo, hooo-ooo,
Ha ha ha ha haaaa

Ewww, ewwww,
Wooo hooo, hooo-ooo,
Ha ha ha ha haaaa

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