Come and listen to a story about a man named GW Bush
A poor mountaineer, with an alcoholic blush,
Then one day he was shootin at some food,
And up through the ground came a bubblin crude.
Oil that is, black gold, Texas tea.
Well the first thing you know ol GW's a millionaire, Kinfolk said "GW move away from there" Said "Iraqi is the place you ought to be"
So they loaded up the truck and moved to Iraqi.
Holes, that is. No swimmin pools, or movie stars.
Well now its time to say good bye to GW and all his kin.
And they would like to thank you folks fer kindly droppin in. You're all invited back a gain to this locality
To have a heapin helpin of their hospitality Hillybilly that is.
Set a spell, Take your shoes off. Y'all come back now, y'hear?