Hot Dog! Down the Old Planck Road.
Papa, bought us a brand new billy goat.
Mom, she washed most every day.
She hung the clothes out on that line,
And dog gone goat was a comin' that way
Now he pulled down Pa's red flannel shirt.
You oughta heerd them b***ons crack.
But Pa'll get even with the son of a gun,
Gonna tie him across the railroad track.
Well he tied him across the railroad track,
And the train was a comin' at a powerful rate.
The goat coffed up that old red shirt,
And then flagged down that durned old train.
So I went to the depot and I bought me a ticket,
And I walked right in and I sot right down.
Stuck my ticket in the brim of my hat
And the doggone wind blew it out on the ground.
The conductor came along and said "Gimme your ticket"
Well I had to pay again or get left on the track.
But I'll get even with the son of a gun,
I bought a round trip ticket and I ain't a comin' back.
Actin' me an old fool, I married me a widow.
And the widow had a daughter and her name was Maude.
Pop, bein' a widower, married her daughter,
And now my daddy is my own son-in-law.
Papa, bought us a brand new billy goat.
Mom, she washed most every day.
She hung the clothes out on that line,
And dog gone goat was a comin' that way
Now he pulled down Pa's red flannel shirt.
You oughta heerd them b***ons crack.
But Pa'll get even with the son of a gun,
Gonna tie him across the railroad track.
Well he tied him across the railroad track,
And the train was a comin' at a powerful rate.
The goat coffed up that old red shirt,
And then flagged down that durned old train.
So I went to the depot and I bought me a ticket,
And I walked right in and I sot right down.
Stuck my ticket in the brim of my hat
And the doggone wind blew it out on the ground.
The conductor came along and said "Gimme your ticket"
Well I had to pay again or get left on the track.
But I'll get even with the son of a gun,
I bought a round trip ticket and I ain't a comin' back.
Actin' me an old fool, I married me a widow.
And the widow had a daughter and her name was Maude.
Pop, bein' a widower, married her daughter,
And now my daddy is my own son-in-law.