Dagnabbit, who left this hog waller here?
[singing about Ma] She's got hair that goes to the ground/She takes two steps and she falls right down.
[singing] How sad, how sad.
[singing] Ha ha ha, hee hee hee, next year I'll be a hundred and three.
[singing] There ain't no gold in them 'thar hills, it's mighty cold in them 'thar hills.