There's a Yankee in the CumberlandWith a pistol in his bootDreamin' about salty waterAnd he's lookin' for a snake to shoot I'm thinkin' it won't get any worseI'm thinkin' about buyin' you a hat and a purseI'm wishin' I never came hereYou know my heart was ever sincere And every now and then I realizeYou are rhythm, you are melodyGiving me that silent tortureYou might as well poison my tea I'm thinkin' it won't get any worseI'm thinkin' about buyin' you a hat and a purseI'm thinkin' about strangling youYou know that never was more untrue (Thinkin' about predestinationPredestination and free willWhat about that wonderful plan) There's a Christian underneath his houseTrying to recall the lightHe's prayin' for divine interventionHer lips are frozen to the pipe I'm thinkin' it won't get any worseI'm thinkin' about buyin' you a hat and a purseI'm dreamin' about thrillin' youOh honey, my heart was never more trueYou know my heart was never more true
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