Wackford Hoedown

Until I had a kid
I never really thought I'd need to change
But I did, haha
When you have a child, the rest gets rearranged
All that matters is
You raised 'em to keep ridin' when you're gone
You hop off your horse
And smile as she climbs on

As I take the reigns
Of a herd that stretches back till the first days
I can say
That this is who you knew that I could be

So take care and heed the folks who stick beside you as you ride
Ain't got nothin' without family by our side

Now grab your partner by the tail
And tie 'em like a hog
Now twirl 'em like a lasso
And then chuck 'em in the bog (ha)

Now throw your weird son in the ring
And tell him it's a showdown
Yeouch, until you're beaten black 'n blue

It's not a Wackford Hoedown

Now kick your cousin in the dick
We're fighting till you call it

Then whoever's smacked with this here glove
We toss 'em in the brawl pit
A fight can settle any grudge
Damn, I missed my hometown
Ain't over till you're spittin' blood

It's a good ole Wackford Hoedown
All that matters are the kin who keep on fighting by your side (yoo-hoo)
Every punch and stab helps keep our ways alive
So take care and heed the folks who stick beside you as you ride
Ain't got nothing without family till we die (die)