Hey good friends, I have got to tell you about this crazy juke joint.
This little oleâ place way back up in the country.
They have got a party going there on from dusk til dawn.
Come with me for a moment, and let me tell you about it.
Itâs the little oleâ shack up on the hill, about a half a mile from the whiskey still
Iâm goinâ up yonder, gonna get my fill, set a cherry pie on the window sill
The preacher wonât like it, but your daddy sure will
The little oleâ shack up on the hill.
Cut the cake, grease the griddle
Blow off some steam, play that fiddle
Deal the cards and a roll them dice
Let it ride man, now donât you think twice
Hey big spender you canât leave this place alone
No no you canât leave it alone.
The little oleâ shack up on the hill, about a half a mile from the whiskey still
Iâm goinâ up yonder, gonna get my fill, set a cherry pie on the window sill
The preacher wonât like it, but your daddy sure will
The little oleâ shack up on the hill.
Big Mamacita she runs the place
Carries herself with style and grace
The blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice
Ainât nothing like Mamacitaâs caboose.
Hey big spender you canât leave this place alone
No no you canât leave it alone.
Chorusâ¦
A slip of the tongue, A punch in the jaw
Hear that siren?, Here comes the law
Run for cover, Slip out the back
Catch a ride, In my Cadillac
Hey big spender it's time we get on home
Donât cha know we'll be back before long!
To the little ole' shack......
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