Текст песни The Old Oaken Bucket

Oh, that old oaken bucket

Yes, that ironbound bucket

Oh, that moss-covered bucket

That hung in the well

Well, I went for a sip

And my heart did a flip

There by the old

Buck-a-buck-a-bucket

That hung in the well

It was my fifteenth summer

When I met this cool cucumber

With a face like an angel

A voice like a bell

Well, she told me she

Played a mill last summer

Theater by the

Buck-a-buck-a-bucket

That hung by the well

She was the hippest of chicks

I was a square from the sticks

But she dug me, she said

Like a daisy digs the dells

So each night, I would date her

Well, our only spectator

Was that nosy old bucket

That hung in the well

Missy Venus' daughter

Never let me escort her

Back to her pad at

The local hotel

I should have
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Been more suspicious

But she came on

Too delicious by the old

Buck-a-buck-a-bucket

That hung in the well

It turns out while we tarried

She was really very married

What I thought was an angel

Was pure Jezebel

Cause one night

We're getting clubby

When it walks her

Burned up hubby

By the old bucket

That hung in the well

Boy, her scream shattered crystal

And her mate threw his pistol

Brother, that's when I took off

Running just like, well, man

Those bullets came a-whining

Through the vines that were twining

Round that creepy old bucket

That hung in the well

Oh, that old oaken bucket

Yes, that ironbound bucket

Oh, that moss-covered bucket

That hung in the well

There were two loving soul and

Now there's just six bullet holes

In that old Buck, buck, bucket

That hangs in the well