Working up a fever in a one-horse town was a Jockey by the name of Joe.
He didn’t have a lot of what you might call «luck»,
But he had a lot of «get-up-‘n-go».
Y Get up ‘n go, Get up ‘n go, Get up ‘n go back home.
Get up ‘n go, Get up ‘n go, Get up ‘n go back home.
Tall in the saddle in a one-horse town,
Joey knew someday he’d hit the road.
He traded with a dealer for a pick up truck and was lookin’ for a medium-load.
Repeat Y
< Ow! Get up 'n go. Get up 'n go back home. Ev'rybody's waitin' for ya.>
Cruisin’ down the highway, doin’ sixty-five,
In the middle of the double-white line.
Foot down on the gas and his head in the clouds.
He didn’t see the ‘one way’ sign.
Repeat Y
< Ow! Get up 'n go. Get up 'n go back home. They're all waitin' for ya.>
Repeat Y 2 times