Well I grew up in the shadow of the Rockies in the
grand old West yes sir I did And dammed if we
didn't have us a bunch of fun back when we was
kids Yea there was manure on our britches snuff
pouchin' out our lip And hat's so big you can
almost tell who's under it Yea we all had horses
it was always a race It was real important who got
there first We sneak along some of the old man's
whisky just to quench our little thirst Yeah we
looked like a bunch of hon yaks but we could ride
like Casy Tibbs And we still had to learn how far
we could go before we learned when to quit

Yea we scratched where it itches and clowned
around There wasn't nobody who could kick our
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generally have in a bunch of fun Well the mommas
all thought we were angels and hell we let 'em go
right ahead But the old man had a hew more savvy
in him And a feller had to be careful around him
Yea wars were fought on contact and the wild seeds
were sown And we always spent our money like we
found it in the road Well one thing lead to
another and before we knowned it it was gone But
I'll give you a hundred dollars just to have some
more of them goings on Cause we looked like a
bunch... Yea it's a lot of fun learning how far
you can go It's kinda hard learning when to quit
but I'll bet you already know