He had rusty nails Instead of teeth And when he grinned He spat out grease He lived in a shack Next to the creek He sat on his porch He did not speak He played the banjo Supped on home made brew Had thick tobacco he liked to chew He would sing and play all night long Til the lightnin' bugs came out to fly Buzzing and Flashing through the night sky Festoons matching their golden glow From tree to tree dipping low He sang songs of his true love Who ran off with his best man They took off in is Ford Mustang Broke his heart it really stung He was rough and ready He liked to fight Tattoo's on his knuckles His Hair long like straw Tunes about how he missed his Maw And that time he had a massive Brawl Fighting fifty redneck folk One grabbed him tight by the throat He could not breathe he nearly choked He had no shoes and had dirty toes Wore a white vest torn with holes Ragged blue jeans wrinkled like his face He stomped his foot pounding out the base He chewed on bbq chicken wings Flicked cornbread crumbs off of his lap Watched the birds swoop down in a flap The birds join in with him when he sings Tweeting and Twirling in the breeze His banjo gleaming on his knee He is quite a strange sight to see But plays and sings the banjo beautifully Pulling crowds from far and wide He takes it all in his stride Coins are thrown into his stetson His songs are real and truely wholesome People listen as to why he is lonesome Clap and cheer and shout for more son And when he has had enough of playing He waves goodnight and bows his head Pats his dog the one called Red Takes his last sip of moonshine brew Wipes his brow and heads for bed Rough Ragged Rusty