I got me a nice old rockin chair And bought it at a country fair I tried it out and it squeaked Like hell and I don't really care Because I like to rock and puff On pot,winkin at the moon Playin my bandjo,sluggin down booze Chewin on tobacco, sendin juice to a spittoon And feelin woozy from the booze Slowin down the bandjos tune Slappin a high five to the moon Gettin ready for a midnight snooooze My naggin wife woke me up too soon Bitchin on and grabbed my squeakin chair She freaked out like a big black bear And took my bandjo too. To calm her down With no one around I said how do you do And ran to the country fair To get her a dam rockin chair. With all that boozin and snoozing going on Who cares if our chairs squeak like hell While puffin on pot, winkin at the moon Playin the bandjo, sluggin down booze Chewin on tobacco, sendin juice to a spittoon Feelin woozy from the booze Slowin down the bandjos tune Slappin a high five to the moon Gettin ready for a midnight snooooze