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Al Duvall - Sacrificial Hootenanny Lyrics

The crops are withered and dry (Dusty pickins!)
The hogs are fixin' to die (And the chickens!)
It's time to dance in a square (Keep on grinnin'!)
And see who we can spare (Do some thinnin'!)

Swing around the sacrificial hootenanny
Who's it gonna be?
'Cause it ain't me

Yonder's Seven-Foot Shane (Imbecilic!)
He hasn't got enough brain (To grease a skillet!)
Then there's Pappy McGurk (Hip-shot slacker!)
Too old and feeble to work (Stunt-grown cracker!)

Swing around the sacrificial hootenanny
Who's it gonna be?
'Cause it ain't me

In the hay is a young (Birds'-eye maple!)
Who stopped my clattering tongue (Like a staple!)
The barn is burning with shame (Sexual arson!)
The wives are screaming her name (And the parsons!)

Swing around the sacrificial hootenanny
Who's it gonna be?
'Cause it ain't me
For those too sorry to jig (Fetch the Reaper!)
The pit is ready to dig (Make it deeper!)
We chase 'em down in the corn (Tassels shakin'!)
The good has never been born (Bones are breakin'!)

Swing around the sacrificial hootenanny
Who's it gonna
Swing around the sacrificial hootenanny
Who's it gonna
Swing around the sacrificial hootenanny
Who's it gonna be?
'Cause it ain't me