That's My Pa

Now back in the country where I was born

It's on a little ol' hillside farm

Ma pa raised six kids and one of 'em was me

In the fal of the year when the fields got white

We'd start pickin' cotton about daylight

And on Saturday pa would take it all to town

Then along about dark when everything was still

We could tell it was pa comin' down the hill

Cause he'd rear back and he'd sound off something like this

Uh huh uh uh uh uh uh ha ha ha ha ha

Uh huh uh uh uh uh uh ha ha ha ha ha

We'd go out to meet him with a lanter light

Cause the oad got crooked on a Saturday night

And he'd come on down the hill and he'd stop in the yard

He'd sit up there on the wagon seat and he'd say boys I'm hard to beat

Two hundred pound of steel and twice as hard

Got him right and wooly and full of flees

And I never been carried by old knees

Then he'd rear back and below out a chorus or two

Uh huh uh uh uh uh uh ha ha ha ha ha

Uh huh uh uh uh uh uh ha ha ha that's my pa

Got him rough and ready and about half wild

And he'd whip anybody about half a mile

Cause there wasn't anybody else there cept me and little Skeet

He was just as tough as a hickory brien

And I could dive deeper and came up drier

And he did it too right off that wagon seat

Well it shook him up when he hit the ground

But pa got up and looked around

And then reared back and he let us have it again

Uh huh uh uh uh uh uh ha ha ha ha ha

Uh huh uh uh uh uh uh ha ha ha ha ha ha