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Barnyard **** just raised a city born, sort of a chick     Even gave her the surburban name of Sandra Dee Fonda A pretty slow blonde critter, some even say, short of a tick       Bred way-down and far-away, ‘bout 70 miles yonder             Y’all be knowing dat Hick-Hop thang, is what it‘s all about             While hootin’ and scootin’, never let ya kissin’ cousin, flake out Hee Haw, said it all, when we were a pickin’ and a grinnin’ Ask Goober, what’s dat ya doin’ and what’s dat ya diggin’?     Perhaps I may yet die, with my boots still placed upon             Cowards never really stay around here long enough              To actually become real cowboy shootin’ stuff, my dear             I say, ‘Hang ‘em first and try ‘em later on’             My life was always threatened daily             That’s why, I went out heavily armed, just like an Israeli                 I’ve been invited to the Marty Party, along with Brother Brown But, I thought killing a man, was my one and only, speciality Even drafted a business proposition, for this exact locality Since I’ve had the market cornered, in da middle of downtown From Cornfield, Alabama to Deadwood, South Dakota             There’s no import or export taxes, so no **** amount of quota So, me, you and even that Clay Ellison, will be riding a winner Even after killin’ that Chunk Kolbert, straight after his dinner     Perhaps I may yet die, with my boots still placed upon Cowards never really stay around here long enough To actually become real cowboy shootin’ stuff, my dear             I say, ‘Hang ‘em first and try ‘em later on’             My life was always threatened daily             That’s why, I went out heavily armed, just like an Israeli                     They’ll be gettin’ da same amount of ice, as Knoxville             But the rich will be a gettin’ it, in da summertime             While the poor will be a gettin’ it, in da wintertime             If I owned Texas & Hell, I’d rent out Texas & live in Hell             So, don’t ever think about, hittin’ ya mother with a shovel             It’ll leave a dull impression on her already fragile mind             I’m not afraid to die, as a brave man fighting shall             But I wouldn’t wanna be killed, like a dog unarmed, so please be kind                         Perhaps I may yet die, with my boots still placed upon Cowards never really stay around here long enough To actually become real cowboy shootin’ stuff, my dear             I say, ‘Hang ‘em first and try ‘em later on’             My life was always threatened daily             That’s why, I went out heavily armed, just like an Israeli                         I see a good many enemies around me, who will walk             But notice mighty few friends, that are willing to talk             They would then, drink right smart             They could then, scrap right smart             But, I didn’t come here to talk, I just came here to hang             Just a peekin’ through, the hour glass thang     Perhaps I may yet die, with my boots still placed upon Cowards never really stay around here long enough To actually become real cowboy shootin’ stuff, my dear             I say, ‘Hang ‘em first and try ‘em later on’             My life was always threatened daily             That’s why, I went out heavily armed, just like an Israeli.
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Oct 3, 2019
Oct 3, 2019 at 8:21 PM UTC
Hick-Hop Thang
Barnyard **** just raised a city born, sort of a chick     Even gave her the surburban name of Sandra Dee Fonda A pretty slow blonde critter, some even say, short of a tick       Bred way-down and far-away, ‘bout 70 miles yonder             Y’all be knowing dat Hick-Hop thang, is what it‘s all about             While hootin’ and scootin’, never let ya kissin’ cousin, flake out Hee Haw, said it all, when we were a pickin’ and a grinnin’ Ask Goober, what’s dat ya doin’ and what’s dat ya diggin’?     Perhaps I may yet die, with my boots still placed upon             Cowards never really stay around here long enough              To actually become real cowboy shootin’ stuff, my dear             I say, ‘Hang ‘em first and try ‘em later on’             My life was always threatened daily             That’s why, I went out heavily armed, just like an Israeli                 I’ve been invited to the Marty Party, along with Brother Brown But, I thought killing a man, was my one and only, speciality Even drafted a business proposition, for this exact locality Since I’ve had the market cornered, in da middle of downtown From Cornfield, Alabama to Deadwood, South Dakota             There’s no import or export taxes, so no **** amount of quota So, me, you and even that Clay Ellison, will be riding a winner Even after killin’ that Chunk Kolbert, straight after his dinner     Perhaps I may yet die, with my boots still placed upon Cowards never really stay around here long enough To actually become real cowboy shootin’ stuff, my dear             I say, ‘Hang ‘em first and try ‘em later on’             My life was always threatened daily             That’s why, I went out heavily armed, just like an Israeli                     They’ll be gettin’ da same amount of ice, as Knoxville             But the rich will be a gettin’ it, in da summertime             While the poor will be a gettin’ it, in da wintertime             If I owned Texas & Hell, I’d rent out Texas & live in Hell             So, don’t ever think about, hittin’ ya mother with a shovel             It’ll leave a dull impression on her already fragile mind             I’m not afraid to die, as a brave man fighting shall             But I wouldn’t wanna be killed, like a dog unarmed, so please be kind                         Perhaps I may yet die, with my boots still placed upon Cowards never really stay around here long enough To actually become real cowboy shootin’ stuff, my dear             I say, ‘Hang ‘em first and try ‘em later on’             My life was always threatened daily             That’s why, I went out heavily armed, just like an Israeli                         I see a good many enemies around me, who will walk             But notice mighty few friends, that are willing to talk             They would then, drink right smart             They could then, scrap right smart             But, I didn’t come here to talk, I just came here to hang             Just a peekin’ through, the hour glass thang     Perhaps I may yet die, with my boots still placed upon Cowards never really stay around here long enough To actually become real cowboy shootin’ stuff, my dear             I say, ‘Hang ‘em first and try ‘em later on’             My life was always threatened daily             That’s why, I went out heavily armed, just like an Israeli.
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Oct 3, 2019
Oct 3, 2019 at 8:21 PM UTC
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