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Yonder comes-a-Willie, he's a-passin' on a hill
He don't dress nice, but he drives fit to kill
Burma Shave, Burma Shave
Burma Shave, Burma Shave
I bet I've seen a million rows
Of them little red poetic signs up and down the line
Come on, come on ‘n get it, get it
Pappy ain't as a smart; he ain't good at quizzin'
But one thing he knows, how to keep ma his’n
Burma Shave, Burma Shave
Burma Shave, Burma Shave
I bet I've seen a million rows
Of them little red poetic signs up and down the line
Come on, come on ‘n get it, get it
Way down yonder by the forks of the branch
The old sow whistled and the little pigs danced
Burma Shave, Burma Shave
Burma Shave, Burma Shave
I bet I've seen a million rows
Of them little red poetic signs up and down the line
Come on, come on ‘n get it, get it
Roses are red, violets are blue
You chase me and I'll catch you
Burma Shave, Burma Shave
Burma Shave, Burma Shave
I bet I've seen a million rows
Of them little red poetic signs up and down the line
