Hillbilly Reunion

Here's another Hillbilly story About how we come together To have our family reunions Providing, we have good weather We all meet up on the mountain 'Course, we all bring some food Like possum feet and pickled newt And gizzards, that's freshly stewed Now, I know what ya'll are thinkin' How can you eat such stuff? Don't knock it til you've tried it We just can't get enough Family comes from everywhere As far as three counties away That's a pretty good distance But you can walk it in about a day Grandma comes ready to eat With her teeth still in the glass 'Course we have to hide the beans It gives her such terrible gas Now, sometimes, at these reunions We get together and dance And, no, it's not what you're thinkin' There's no redneck hillbilly romance Our picnic table is an oak tree stump And man, that thing is wide The only problem we ever had Was from the squirrels that lived inside See, them squirrels had a habit Of trying to swipe our meal Everytime, we'd look away They'd find something else to steal But once they built their courage up And thought that we'd forgot We snatched those critters by the neck And throwed them in the pot Then, we played our hillbilly games Like pull the tail on the donkey Now that game can really be fun Try it sometime, and you'll see Well, I guess, I'll end my story here But there is just one more thing Invite us to your reunion You'll love the food we'll bring