Sheb Wooley - That's My Pa lyrics

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 fall 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 lantern light 'Cause the road 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 woolly 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