.Richard Bryant
I took upon myself sixteen tons of "well I guess"
And rode it into town to the formula man
He spanked a cloud of dust from the brim of his Stetson hat
And mixed me up a batch in a number ten can
And her number two son cries from sunset to sunrise
Let's warm up .
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