Lumpy, Beanpole & Dirt

Gonna build myself a mountain cabin home Where the sky is just a bluer shade of blue I got everything required, for the body, soul and mind I got water, grub and crossword puzzles too Don't call me up 'cause I ain't got no phone Find some else to pick your little bones If I got mail you can return it, just go ahead and burn it You can read it when you're cold and all alone Lumpy, Beanpole & Dirt Don't get your feelings hurt Buy me some wine, & some good ol' turpentine And get yourself a healthy little squirt The mountains can fall down into the sea The sea can turn itself to cherry wine And when Satan's up in heaven, shouting seven come eleven I'll be back to hear you whine your little whine Lumpy, Beanpole & Dirt Don't you get your feelings hurt Buy me some wine, & some good ol' turpentine And give yourself a healthy little squirt Gonna build myself a mountain cabin home Where the sky is just a bluer shade of blue I got everything required, for the body, soul and mind I got water, grub and crossword puzzles too Lumpy, Beanpole & Dirt Don't get your feelings hurt Buy me some wine, & some good ol' turpentine And get yourself a healthy little squirt