| Me 'n' Oliver 'n' Virgil was in the drugstore killing time
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| When my eyes fell upon this magazine
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| And I got to reading this article on sky-diving and parachuting
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| And it said jumping out of air-planes was the thing
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| Now being raised down on a farm and always ready for adventure
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| I knew that I could figure out a way
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| I said «Well Delmer Gill’s got a parachute and Uncle Harvey’s got an air-plane»
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| So I said «Call the boys together, today’s the day»
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| Well I found out too late what Uncle Harvey called an air-plane
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| Was nothing but an engine and a wing
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| And I could feel my fear a-rising as Delmer packed the parachute
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| 'Cos he kept telling me I was doing the right thing
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| Ron Mcloughlin shook my hand as jd strapped me in the harness
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| And Tildon brought a jug and passed it around
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| I took one look at that parachute and that whisky and that air-plane
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| And I turned that bottle up and drank it down
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| Well I was drunker’n Cooter Jones when they poured me in the plane
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| The engine coughed and headed for the clouds
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| But I was sober as a judge by the time they opened up the door
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| And I’ve never known my heart to beat so loud
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| I said, «Harvey, I can’t do it» as he kicked me out the door
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| And I wrapped my hands around the landing gear
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| And I was holding on real good 'til Harvey stepped down on my fingers
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| And Virgil said he heard me scream from way down there
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| Well I thanked God and Delmer Gill when my parachute finally opened
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| I said «Well, hell there ain’t no use in being afraid»
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| And I went crashing through the hen house, scattering chickens and breaking eggs
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| And I kissed the ground and fainted dead away
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| Now friends I’ve done some fighting, and I’ve been shot at once or twice
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| And I’ve durn near been run over by a train
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| But I don’t think I remember being any more afraid
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| Than the day I jumped from Uncle Harvey’s plane |