Wackford Hoedown

Until I had a kid
I never really thought I'd need to change
But I did, ha-ha
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 to the first days
I can see
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
Now throw your weird son in the ring
And tell him it's a showdown (yeouch!)
Until you're beaten black and blue
It's not a Wackford Hoedown!

Now kick your cousin in the dick
We're fighting 'til you call it
Then whoever's smacked with this here glove
You toss 'em in the brawl pit
A fight can settle any grudge
Damn, I miss my hometown
Ain't over 'til you're spittin' blood
It's a good old Wackford Hoedown!

Get back here, boys

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 nothin' without family 'til we die
It's a good old Wackford Hoedown