Tommy Sands The Old Oaken Bucket
Oh, that old oaken bucket
Yes, that ironbound bucket
Oh, that moss-covered bucket
That hung in the well
Well, I went for a sip
And my heart did a flip
There by the old
Buck-a-buck-a-bucket
That hung in the well
It was my fifteenth summer
When I met this cool cucumber
With a face like an angel
A voice like a bell
Well, she told me she
Played a mill last summer
Theater by the
Buck-a-buck-a-bucket
That hung by the well
She was the hippest of chicks
I was a square from the sticks
But she dug me, she said
Like a daisy digs the dells
So each night, I would date her
Well, our only spectator
Was that nosy old bucket
That hung in the well
Missy Venus' daughter
Never let me escort her
Back to her pad at
The local hotel
I should have
Been more suspicious
But she came on
Too delicious by the old
Buck-a-buck-a-bucket
That hung in the well
It turns out while we tarried
She was really very married
What I thought was an angel
Was pure Jezebel
Cause one night
We're getting clubby
When it walks her
Burned up hubby
By the old bucket
That hung in the well
Boy, her scream shattered crystal
And her mate threw his pistol
Brother, that's when I took off
Running just like, well, man
Those bullets came a-whining
Through the vines that were twining
Round that creepy old bucket
That hung in the well
Oh, that old oaken bucket
Yes, that ironbound bucket
Oh, that moss-covered bucket
That hung in the well
There were two loving soul and
Now there's just six bullet holes
In that old Buck, buck, bucket
That hangs in the well
