Standard (EADGBE)
Don't never put your hat on the bed, son. Never put your hat on the bed
'Cause if your hat's on the bed you might wake up dead
So don't you never put your hat on the bed
But if you do be sure it's upside down, son. If you do be sure it's upside down
'Cause if there's any doubt it keeps the luck from running out
So if you do be sure it's upside down
Never throw a match when it's dry, son. Never throw a match when it's dry
Don't you never throw a match 'Cause the grass might catch
And burn three counties when it's dry
Always keep an edge on your knife, son. always keep an edge on your knife
'Cause a good sharp edge is a man's best hedge
Against the vague uncertainies of life
Yes a good sharp edge is a man's best hedge
Against the uncertain vagaries of life
But I never could sharpen no knife like the one who give the advice
Yodel-aye, yodel-aye, yodel-ooh
Well never sell the old .22, son. Never sell the old .22
'Cause the old .22 shot a gofer or two
So don'tcha never sell the old .22
But aim it to the left, a little low, son. Aim it to the left a little low
'Cause the old iron sight fires high and to the right
So aim it to the left, a little low
And always tip the glass when you pour, son. Always tip the glass when you pour
'Cause if you don't tip the glass then the foam, it comes fast
And runs from the table to the floor
Always keep an edge on your knife, son. always keep an edge on your knife
'Cause a good sharp edge is a man's best hedge
Against the vague uncertainies of life
Yes a good sharp edge is a man's best hedge
Against the uncertain vagaries of life
But I never could sharpen no knife like the one who give the advice
Yodel-aye, yodel-aye, yodel-ooh
Well be sure to put your horse away dry, son. Be sure to put your horse away dry
'Cause a hot, wet horse ain't healthy of course
So be sure put your horse away dry
And be sure to thaw the bit when it's cold, son. Be sure to thaw the bit when it's cold
'Cause if you don't thaw the bit then your pony's tongue sticks
To the frozen, metal bridle when it's cold
And never judge a man by his clothes, son. Never judge a man by his clothes
You gotta look through the dirt and, Lord, judge him by his work
So don'tcha never judge a man by his clothes
Always keep an edge on your knife, son. always keep an edge on your knife
'Cause a good sharp edge is a man's best hedge
Against the vague uncertainies of life
Yes a good sharp edge is a man's best hedge
Against the uncertain vagaries of life
But I never could sharpen no knife like the one who give the ad-vice
Yodel-aye, yodel-aye, yodel-ooh
But I never could sharpen no blade quite the way that he sayed
Yodel-aye, yodel-aye, yodel-ooh