Lyrics

Harvey Hartsell, money is his station What became of all the animals on his plantation He lost it all on the races And the bank called in his note To save his own skin I think he cut all their throats Yeah, he shot the horses (Just 'cause) And he drowned the dogs (Just 'cause) Yeah, he chopped the chickens He made steak of the old milk cow That's how he wind up in jail Maybe he oughta rot there No bank has hold over me They can't jail me for a bill If I can't havе my animals Then, by God, no one will Yeah, hе shot the horses (Just 'cause) And he drowned the dogs (Just 'cause) Yeah, he chopped the chickens He made steak of the old milk cow That's how he wound up in jail I think he oughta rot there There's buzzards overhead The horses in the corral Flies everywhere you go Poisoned hogs by the water trough The loafers on his property Sold his silver and his jewels Yeah, usin' Harvey's fence for kindlin' And gettin' drunk on his hooch All this I saw My uncle, he did too And when I'm grown Mmm, if I see Harvey Hartsell I'll tie him to a plow He'll rue the day he was born Yeah, he shot the horses (Just 'cause) And he drowned the dogs (Just 'cause) Yeah, he chopped the chickens He made steak of the old milk cow That's how he wind up in jail I think he oughta rot there