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!!