Well I grew up in the shadow of the Rockies in the grand old West yes sir I didAnd dammed if we didn't have us a bunch of fun back when we was kidsYea there was manure on our britches snuff pouchin' out our lipAnd hat's so big you can almost tell who's under itYea we all had horses it was always a raceIt was real important who got there firstWe sneak along some of the old man's whisky just to quench our little thirstYeah we looked like a bunch of hon yaks but we could ride like Casy TibbsAnd we still had to learn how far we could go before we learned when to quitYea we scratched where it itches and clowned aroundThere wasn't nobody who could kick our houndJust throwin' knives and shootin' guns generally have in a bunch of funWell the mommas all thought we were angels and hell we let 'em go right aheadBut the old man had a hew more savvy in himAnd a feller had to be careful around himYea wars were fought on contact and the wild seeds were sownAnd we always spent our money like we found it in the roadWell one thing lead to another and before we knowned it it was goneBut I'll give you a hundred dollars just to have some more of them goings onCause we looked like a bunch...Yea it's a lot of fun learning how far you can goIt's kinda hard learning when to quit but I'll bet you already know