At the ripe old age of nineteen
I bought a short-bed
I?m a total stranger to a three piece suit
I?m okay
Well, I don?t go out all the time
What kinda fool
He said, beer works but liquor's quicker
And he shot down
Granddaddy was Irish Cherokee
Ran moonshine from here to Tennessee
Spent half
A couple acres on the outskirts
A little fenced in piece
It was a typical black tie country club scene
The band
Grow the tee, shuffle board
Pin ball, he's got the score
That
I met an old man on a Greyhound
On my way
Wake up in the mornin?, get to livin? my life
Makin?
Get ready for the big revival
C?mon everybody get in the