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Yodelay-hee-hoo, yo-de-lay-hee, yodel, tractor, tractor, key, inside her sunday tea. She hollered, who has parked that thing beneath my apple tree?
The mayor blamed the county fair, the sheriff blamed the band, but old Red Rooster shook his head and stamped across the land.
Then the barn door swung wide with a lantern on a line
And a boot scoot thunder rollin' right on county time
You're the late, turn it up, let the hay bales hop
Boots go left, boots go right, never let it stop
You're the low, round we go, laughin' through the night
The tractor key was for the jukebox and the jukebox played just right
Aunt June brought homemade pie
The twins brought tambourines
The banker wore a rhinestone hat
He borrowed from the teens
The cows lined up beside the fence
Like judges in a row
When Clara hit her high note, every bell began to glow. Then the floorboard shook twice, and the whole town crossed the line.
From a quiet little supper to a county-wide design
Yodel-a-lay, turn it up, let the hay bales hop
Boots go left, boots go right, never let it stop
Yodel-o, round we go, laughing through the night
The tractor key was for the jukebox and the jukebox played just right
By sunrise on the water tower
Someone painted dance again
Martha kept the tractor key
And booked the band
for 10 turn it up let the hay bales hop boots go left boots go right never let it stop
around we go laughing through the night the tractor key was for the jukebox and the jukebox
played just right
county roads remember so
meet us where the bluegrass
BLOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWW
