Well pardn'a
you look one tired hombre
these last hours
goin' slower than molasses in Jan'ry
n' work ken be
a badland
o' bellyaching and yammerin'
hammerin' into ya
leaves ya hardly fit to be hog tied
all fagged out
flummuxed
and near plum crazy loco!
So'n I say
saddle up yo' hoss
git on your best bib n' tucker
and pack them big guns
cos we're about makin'
to have us a JoBren shindig
and git things back
in apple pie order
y'all git yo' caboose
a moseyin' over ma side
so we can tan the hide
o' any desperados
a fxin' to give us a bother!
Y'all good fir that?
cos ain't no namby-pamby here
ain't all hat and no cattle here
or unsalted tenderloins
no chewin' gravel boy
it's yo' and me
slicker
we jus' head on into that sunset
n' let the weekend hootnanny begin
Yippeee-ki-yay!
LET'S RIDE!!
