The great grand-pappy when the land was young
Barred his do' wit' a wagon tongue
Ooh, ho, ho, ho, ho
When the times got tough and redskins smart
Said his prayers with his shotgun co*ked
Oh, oh, oh, whoa, ooh, ooh, ooh, oh, whoa, oh
The great grand-pappy was a busy man
Cooked his grub in a fryin' pan
Picked his teeth with a huntin' knife
He wore the same suit all-a his life
Oh, oh, ooh, oh, ooh, ooh, ooh, a, ay, oh
Twenty-one children, came to be blessed
The old man's house in the wilderness
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, a, whoa, oh
Doubt his story if you can
The great grand-pappy was a busy man
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Oh, hoo ah, hoo, ow
Whoa, ooh, a, ooo