Puttin' Up A Pole Barn

"Puttin' Up A Pole Barn"

Music & Lyrics by Scott Cooley.

Saturday afternoon, month of May, raccoon

Case o’ beer, moonshine, shoot a deer, land mine

Step on a duck, you know you’re in luck

Big buck, rack of lamb, blame it all on Uncle Sam

I’m puttin’ up a pole barn, pole barn, pole barn

I’m puttin’ up a pole barn for you

Darlin’ I’m puttin’ up a pole barn, pole barn, pole barn

I’m puttin’ up a pole barn fer you

Better not trespass, spit and snot, kick your ass

Have a chaw, sling shot, chainsaw, above the law

Me and my buds, wearin’ some old duds

Sippin’ suds, act a fool, stare at my above ground pool

I’m puttin’ up a pole barn, pole barn, pole barn

I’m puttin’ up a pole barn for you

Darlin’ I’m puttin’ up a pole barn, pole barn, pole barn

I’m puttin’ up a pole barn fer you

Zoning ordinance, build a barbed wire fence

Town council meetings, people hurt my feelings

Don’t mow the lawn, go to the pawn shop

Ad hoc, shopping cart, fill it up down to the Wal- Mart

I’m puttin’ up a pole barn, pole barn, pole barn

I’m puttin’ up a pole barn for you

Darlin’ I’m puttin’ up a pole barn, pole barn, pole barn

I’m puttin’ up a pole barn fer you

Heel-to-toe, doe-see-doe, catch a tiger by the toe

Eenie-meenie-miney-moe, watchin’ Jerry Springer’s show

Born to catch fish, satellite dish

Make a wish, it's not hard, Winnebago's in the front yard

I’m puttin’ up a pole barn, pole barn, pole barn

I’m puttin’ up a pole barn for you

Darlin’ I’m puttin’ up a pole barn, pole barn, pole barn

I’m puttin’ up a pole barn fer you

Darlin' you've got a lot of junk, you like to call antiques

But the neighbors honey, they all think we're freaks

Don't worry babe, it'll be way bigger than a shed

I've got a job to do, and I hear it ringin' in my head

I’m puttin’ up a pole barn, pole barn, pole barn

I’m puttin’ up a pole barn for you

Darlin’ I’m puttin’ up a pole barn, pole barn, pole barn

I’m puttin’ up a pole barn fer you

Well I’m puttin’ up a pole barn fer you

Yes, I'm puttin' up a pole barn for you, wahoo