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