Hand Me Down My Walking Cane (So Far So Good, 2009)

Hand me  down my walkin' cane
 
Hand me  down my walkin'  cane

Hand me down my walkin' cane,

I'm gonna catch the midnight train,
 
Cause  all my sins are taken  away.
Oh, hand me down my bottle of corn,
('ll get [bad word] as sure's you're born.
Oh, I got [bad word] and I  landed in jail,
And there wasn't no one to go my bail. [bad word] on, Mom, won't you go my bail,
And get me out of this [bad word] jail?
The meat is tough, and the beans are bad,
Oh, my God, I can't eat that.
If I had  listened to what )ou said,
I'd be at home in my feather bed.
If I should die in Tennessee,
Just send my bones home C.O.D.
But if I die in New York State,
Just ship my body back by freight.
The devil chased me 'round a stump,
I thought he'd catch me at e\ery jump.
Oh, [bad word] is deep, and [bad word] is wide,
Ain't got no bottom, ain't got no side.
Now some folks say, it ain't no fun,
When a song like this goes on and on.
Yes,  on and on and on and on,
On and on and on and on.