On Top of Old Smokey (2)
(Version 2)
Written By: Unknown
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On top of Old Smokey,
All covered with sand,
I shot my school teacher,
With an old rubber band.
I shot her with pleasure,
I shot her with pride,
For I couldn't miss her,
She was forty feet wide.
She run out and catched me,
Throwed me 'cross her knee,
But in the seat of my britches,
I had my old Geography.
She reached for her ruler,
And took a swipe at me,
She missed old Kentucky,
But she hit Tennessee.
All covered with sand,
I shot my school teacher,
With an old rubber band.
I shot her with pleasure,
I shot her with pride,
For I couldn't miss her,
She was forty feet wide.
She run out and catched me,
Throwed me 'cross her knee,
But in the seat of my britches,
I had my old Geography.
She reached for her ruler,
And took a swipe at me,
She missed old Kentucky,
But she hit Tennessee.