I've Got A Rifle On My Back

Swinging Past The Birch Trees.

Well I Set Of A Bomb Way Back There.

I Don't Care About Nobody But Me.

'Cause I Ain't Slack.

Ran Back Home And Drunk All The Wine.

Well I Stole A Bottle For Myself.

With Insects Crawling In My Hair.

The Trees Are Black And I Don? Care.

'Cause I Ain't Slack

Rescued A Cat From A Tree.

Its Fur Was All Caked In Dirt

But I Killed It Dead For Liking Me.

Yeah I Stole A Car And Drove To Town.

Well I Ain? Slack