Let's go see Woody
We'll hang around his shop
Far from the market square
Far from the traffic cop
He'll share Budweiser
And Riders in the Sky
And then he'll stumble home
Like you and I
When I was twenty-two
I wed his little girl
She was his favorite thing
In this whole wide world
He didn't like me much
I thought I might get shot
Before our common love of beer and pot
Let's go see Woody
We'll hang around his shop
Far from the market square
Far from the traffic cop
He'll share Budweiser
And Riders in the Sky
And then he'll stumble home
Like you and I
Won't have to work a lot
We'll mostly hang around
We'll watch him strip a stool
And stain it brown
He'll even cane the seat
Before the job's complete
And then he'll feed us all on smokey meat
Let's go see Woody
We'll hang around his shop
Far from the market square
Far from the traffic cop
He'll share Budweiser
And Riders in the Sky
And then he'll stumble home
Like you and I
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