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