Lyrics:

he great grand-pappy when the land was young
Barred his do' wit' a wagon tongue
Oooh-ho-ho-ho-ho
When the times got tough and redskins smart
Said his prayers with his shotgun cocked
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, ooo-oh-ooo, ooo-ooo
A-ay-oh

(Guitar & piano)

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)
Ooow
FADES-
Whoa-ooh-a-ooo.