| Well he rode through the woods on a big blue ox
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| He had fists as hard as choppin' blocks
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| Five hundred pounds and nine feet tall that’s Paul
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| Talk about working when he swung his ax you could hear it ring for a mile and
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| half
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| He’d yell timber and down she’d fall for Paul
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| Talk about drinkin' that man’s so mean that he’d never drink nothin' but
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| kerosene
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| A five gallon can is a little bit small for Paul
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| Talk about women that man’s so lusty
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| Needs a woman ever hour just to keep from gettin' rusty
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| Young ones run and the old ones crawl to Paul
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| Talk about tough well he once had a fight with a thunderstorm on a cold dark
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| night
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| I ain’t sayin' who won but it don’t storm at all round here thanks to Paul
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| He was ninety years old when he said with a sigh
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| Said I think I’m gonna lay right down and die
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| Cause sunshine and sorrow I’ve seen it all says Paul
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| Says there ain’t no man alive can kill me ain’t no woman left can thrill me
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| And I think a heaven just might be a ball says Paul
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| So he died and we cried
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| It took eighteen men just to bust that ground
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| Took three or four more just to lower him down
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| Then we covered him up and we figured that was all for Paul
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| But late one night the trees started shaking
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| And the dogs started barking and the earth started quaking
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| And out of the ground with the hi ye all came Paul
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| Well he shook the dirt from off his clothes
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| He scratched his ass and wiped his nose
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| You know being dead wasn’t no fun at all says Paul
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| He said now up in heaven they got harps on their knees
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| They got clouds and wings but they got no trees
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| I don’t think that’s much of a heaven at all says Paul
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| So he jumps on his ox with a fare thee well
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| He said I’ll find out if they got trees in hell
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| And he rode away and that was all we ever seen of Paul
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| Butthe next time you hear a timber yell
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| That sounds like it’s comin' from the pits of hell
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| Then a boomin' laugh and a ghostly wail like somebody choppin' on the devil’s
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| tail
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| Then a shout and a call a crash and a fall
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| That ain’t no mortal man at all that’s just Paul |