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Haul your junk right up to the paper cabin shack.
If you ainât got a dollar you can always pay him back.
In a clawfoot tub with his longjohns on
He goes fishinâ for the Devil in his hogwaller pond.
And sings the Dump Road Yodel til his voice is all but gone.
Sock toboggan on his head, tablescraps in his beard.
Throw a tire on th fire, turn and see his look of fear.
Testifyinâ to the shovel and prayinâ with the spade
He goes digginâ for the Devil with the preacherâs pointy head.
And sings the Dump Road Yodel til he falls over dead.
Drive your truck back past all the happy local yokels.
They donât ever see a thing and their seldom ever vocal.
Singing praises to the darkness and cursing out the light
He pulls out his Devil tail and cuts off his knife
And sings the Dump Road Yodel eternally in paradise.