i was born by a river in a little shack
my mama raised rattlesnakes in the back
my daddy ran the only game in town
and was shot in the alley by sheriff john brown
folks were unruly then
i had an old dog named ben
critters were nasty too
and would take a bite out of you
i had an old ben named dog
who slept in a hollow log
he never wanted to go to town
so i left him there all alown
i had an old aunt named bessie
who whipped uncle ben unless he
sold his trash to get some cash
poor ben often felt the lash
i knew an old gator named uncle sid
who in the deep swamp hid
although sometimes he would try
to come to town on the fourth of july
i knew an old snake named pete
who would slither around your feet
he had no hands or arms
but didn’t mean no harm
beware of sheriff john brown
because he rules the town
some say he’s never been kissed
but has dynamite in his iron fist
that was just the way it was
apples had worms and peaches had fuzz
the days were short and the nights were long
and so i end my little song
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