| Haul your junk right up to the paper cabin shack.
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| If you ain’t got a dollar you can always pay him back.
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| In a clawfoot tub with his longjohns on
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| He goes fishin' for the Devil in his hogwaller pond.
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| And sings the Dump Road Yodel til his voice is all but gone.
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| Sock toboggan on his head, tablescraps in his beard.
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| Throw a tire on th fire, turn and see his look of fear.
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| Testifyin' to the shovel and prayin' with the spade
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| He goes diggin' for the Devil with the preacher’s pointy head.
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| And sings the Dump Road Yodel til he falls over dead.
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| Drive your truck back past all the happy local yokels.
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| They don’t ever see a thing and their seldom ever vocal.
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| Singing praises to the darkness and cursing out the light
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| He pulls out his Devil tail and cuts off his knife
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| And sings the Dump Road Yodel eternally in paradise. |