Sung to The Ballybran Hillbillies
Come listen to a story 'bout a sled got wet.
Flew in drippin', weren't no dry place ta set,
Then in came Buck some cleanin' for ta do,
Now this craft is lookin' like it's new.
Brand spankin', new sled smell, shiny.
Well after some work this sled she got right clean,
Said it was dirty, don't know whatcha mean.
Say that the Ranges where a Singer aught ta be
So load on up the sled and fly it out ta see.
Crystal that is. Black veins, major scales.
Well now it's time to say farewell to this sled and all the dirt
I'd like to wish good cutting and hope ya don't get hurt
Come on back real soon with a heaping load of good crystal
Then you get your sled upgrade and have nothin' left at all.
Ya'll come back now, ya hear?
(To the tune of "The Ballad of Jed Clampett" by Paul Henning)
Author: Buck