Lyrics:

1998Writer: Michael Martin MurpheyWrangle up your mouth harps, drag your banjo outTune your old guitar til she twangs right stoutFor the snow is on the mountain and the wind is on the plainBut we''ll keep the chimnies moanin'' with a livelyer refrainShinin'' adobe fire place, shadows on the wallSeal ???? twitchin'' at the callIts the best grin high that there is within the law???? tackle Turkey In The StrawFreezy was a days ride, Lincoln was a trailEvenster was a Hollywod with a high arched tailBut we held''em and we shoved''em for a long an archer triedBy a yernin'' for tobacco when a deer far sideSwing''er in the stock time, don''t let''er droupYour about as gentle as a coyote with the croupAnd the cold wind bit as we drifted down the drawWe drifted in the comfort of Turkey In The StrawInstrumentalSnarlin'' at the rain, went to cussin'' at the fordEvery mile of twenty was a long dischordBut the night was brimmin'' music and its glory is completeWith the ir-razzel-dazzel by the flip of Shorty''s feetTappy for the dance, now she up and shootsDon''t a beat the devils wife, a jiggin'' in his bootsShorty got throwd after he was rawBut tonight, he done forgot it with Turkey In The StrawRainy dark or fire light, becon rhined or byLivin'' is a luxury that don''t come highBe happy and a newly wire with year will luck allowFor we almost die or merry less than forty years from nowLively on the last turn, roper to the deafRandy''s soul is willin'', but he''s gettin'' short of breathAnd the storm wind sings and trouble sets his pawBut we got an hour fire like the Turkey In The Straw