If you want a pot o' luck
An' about a peck o' thrills
Just you ride a roarin' truck
Up an' down the Ozark hills;
Don't you let 'er pass you by
Jist you let 'er hum on high
Hittin' every rock and' chuck
An' you have to squirm and duck
To ride the bronc with Uncle Bill.
She will snort a little bit,
Let 'im drive he knows the road,
An' you'll never fail to git
All an' more'n you ever know'd
'Bout a riden' on a box
In the Ozarks over rocks
Up 'an down the windin' lane,
Then through hollers an' the draws;
It may give your chest a pain,
But jist hang on with yer claws.
Grit your teeth an' set 'er tight
In that box seat by his side:
It's a burlesque op'ra right.
Tell the wings to let 'er slide,
You are ready for the act
An' the gallery is pact;
Jist a bustin' fur a roar
An' ma wuz dyin' fur a laugh
So they let the curtain soar
Jist then we cut the scene in half,
Sayin' that we had enuf
Buckboard ridin' on a truck
Up and down the rocky bluff
An' we never once got stuck,
An' the driver got us home
Without a fracture of ma's dome
A-punchin' up agin the roof
Shelter, whar the driver set
An' tho I nearly lost a hoof
I helt her in an' won my bet. |
