Julie walkin' down the road
Now she is not good lookin',
Now she is fat and sassy, face looks like a fan
I think she weighs three hundred,
She sings at all the parties,
sings some good old tunes
Makes me want to kiss my gal when
we walk out under the moon
She plays a five -string banjo,
I've told you she ain't pretty,
but she can please the crowd
The old lady, the old lady
Now she don't go for courtin',
When he tried to elbow her
, she let him understand.
She surely wasn't fooling,
she left her brand on him.
She kicked him where the past
is right and nearly broke a limb.
The old lady, the old lady.
I think she's 37, she looks that old to me
But don't you say I told it,
I've never wrote much poetry,
the best I've done is this
Julie, she'll kill me with her fist
The old lady, the old lady