Gee, ' n' haw, 'n' keep on draggin, an the wheels 'ul turn,
and if this wagon don't jus' stop an burn, then Ah'll be
bragging on ya, iffen we c'n make it into town.
Hey, you wheels, a-squeak, squack, squawkin as you
brake an bind, you make more rackit than a man c'n mind,
but make more music an keep turnin like the wagon's breakin down.
Don't let the sun set! Don't let the moon rise!
Don't let the fun start! Don't let the dune rise!
But when we git thar, bring on them fiddlers,
And let the barn dance 'till dawn.
Git me gone, mah girl-friend's waitin fer me.
Git me gone, mah girl-friend's waitin fer me.
Just keep on, an take me to her an the dancin' an the doin's in the town !