Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song That's My Pa, artist - Sheb Wooley.
Date of issue: 15.11.2014
Song language: English
That's My Pa |
Now back in the country, |
Where I was born, |
Is on a little old hillside farm, |
My pa raised six kids, |
And one of 'em was me. |
In the fall of the year, |
When the fields got white, |
We’d start pickin' cotton, |
About daylight. |
On Saturday, |
Pa’d take it all to town. |
And along about dark, |
And everything was still, |
We could tell it was pa comin' down the hill, |
'Cause he’d rear back and he’d sound off somethin' like this… |
Ewww, ewwww, |
Wooo hooo, hooo-ooo, |
Ha ha ha ha haaaa. |
Ewww, ewwww, |
Wooo hooo, hooo-ooo, |
Ha ha ha ha haaaa. |
Now we’d go out to meet him, |
With a lantern light, |
'Cause the roads got crooked, |
On Saturday night, |
And he’d come on down the hill, |
And he’d stop in the yard. |
He’d sit up there on that wagon seat, |
And he’d say, Boys, I’m hard to beat, |
Two hundred pounds of steel, |
And twice as hard. |
Southern, wild, and wooly and full of fleas, |
And there never been cares for all his needs, |
And he’d rear back and bellow out a course or two. |
Ewww, ewwww, |
Wooo hooo, hooo-ooo, |
Ha ha ha ha haaaa. |
Hehehehe, |
Ewww, ewwww, |
Wooo hooo, hooo-ooo, |
Ha ha ha ha haaaa. |
That’s my pa. |
Jittered up and ready, |
And about half wild, |
And I can whip anybody in about half mile, |
Of course there wasn’t anybody there, |
Except me and little Skeet. |
Just as tough as a hickory frier, |
And I can dive deeper and come up drier, |
And he did it too, |
Right off that wagon seat. |
Oh, it shook him up, |
When he hit the ground. |
Pa got up and looked around, |
And then ran back and let us have it again… |
Ewww, ewwww, |
Wooo hooo, hooo-ooo, |
Ha ha ha ha haaaa. |
Ewww, ewwww, |
Wooo hooo, hooo-ooo, |
Ha ha ha ha haaaa. |
Ewww, ewwww, |
Wooo hooo, hooo-ooo, |
Ha ha ha ha haaaa. |