I'll never forget the Halloween of 1956.
That's when the Jones boys and me got into a fix.
It's not that we were outlaws, don't you see?
We just found the curse of Washington's cherry tree.

Bueford and Marvin and I decided to have some fun.
So we slipped over to the Palmer place, 'bout half-past one.
The yellow Halloween moon shone brightly in the sky.
When we turned their outhouse over, quietly on the sly.

When pa asked me about it, I said:"I cannot tell a lie.
"I helped push the Palmer's outhouse over "and took off on the fly."
"Bend over, boy," pa said, taking that big razor strap down.
"Time for you to learn that on such foolishness I frown."

"But pa," says I with tears falling down like summer rain,
"When George Washington told the truth, his father inflicted no pain."
"You and George both told the truth," pa said, "On that I agree."
"But when George did his hatchet job, his neighbor wasn't in the tree."

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