The Ballad of Al Simon

Lincoln Journal Star

Come and listen to the story of a man named Al,

A Cornhusker farmer trying to feed his kids and gal,

And then one day he was growin' him some food,

And up through the ground came a bubblin' crude,

Oil, that is, black gold, Texas tea,

Well, the first thing you know, ol' Al's a millionaire,

Kinfolk said, "Al, move away from there,"

Said "Omaha is the place you ought to be,"

But he said I ain't a goin', a new roof's all I need,

Shingles, that is, tar paper, roofin' nails,

Well, now it's time to say goodbye to Al and all his kin,

And they would like to thank you folks fer kindly droppin' in.

You're all invited back a gain to this locality

To have a heapin' helpin' of their hospitality

Cornhusker that is. Set a spell, Take your shoes off.

Y'all come back now, y'hear?

-- Apologies to Lester Flatt and Earl Scruggs