Let's settle it with a round of horse shoes.
Let's see who wins the iron round in the dust
remembering the short pitch and the long
forgetting metal fencing barbed wire barbecue
is on the menu at this time please pass the catsup.
The wind is picking up out in lonelyland.
If I had it I would bottle it and sell it sell it good
even to the lowest bidder the squeaky wheel
squeaking on into town a town called Burns.