And I've just come up with another one.

Well, up the creek and down the river, goodbye gullet and hello liver.

Whose idea was it to dress me up in a Confederate general's uniform?

If we is dealing with dollars, I'd put me a dot right here and throw up two more knots behind it.

But you lay them up behind a number and them rascals is dynamite.

So they loaded up the truck and they moved to Beverly Hills, that is.

It was the war between the North and the USA.

As an officer and a gentleman, it is my duty to report.

Granny's drawing her money out of my bank, and it's your fault.

Well, now it's time to say goodbye to Jed and all his kin.

You see, they had a few sips out of Granny's jug, and he wound up thinking he really was Ulysses S. Grant.

I'm taking Grant's picture off the $50 bill and replacing it with Robert E. Lee.

Yes, you see, I'm only a colonel, and when the General asked me for advice, it was my job to give it to him.

And listen to a story about a man named Jed A poor mountaineer barely kept his family fed And then one day he was shooting at some food And up to the ground come a bumbling crude Oil that is, black gold, Texas tea

Before it was over, he'd apologize for Vicksburg, give back Richmond, and promise to shoot Sherman for burning Atlanta.