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Now a country boy named Shorty |
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And a city boy named Dan |
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Had to prove who could run the fastest |
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To wed Miss Lucy's hand |
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Now Dan had all the money |
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And he also had the looks |
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But Shorty musta had that something, boys |
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That can't be found in books |
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"Cut across Shorty, Shorty, cut across" |
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That's what Miss Lucy said |
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"Cut across Shorty, Shorty, cut across |
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You know it's you that I wanna wed" |
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Wait a minute, now Dan had been in training |
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About a week before the race |
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He made up his mind old Shorty |
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Would end in second place |
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You know Dan with his long legs flying |
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He left Shorty far behind |
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Shorty heard him holler out |
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"Miss Lucy that you'll soon be mine" |
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"Cut across Shorty, Shorty, cut across" |
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That's what Miss Lucy said |
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"Cut across Shorty, Shorty, cut across |
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You know it's you that I wanna wed" |
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But Shorty wasn't worried, there was a smile upon his face |
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'Cause old Lucy had fixed the race |
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And just like that old story |
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About the turtle and the hare, you know that thing |
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When Danny crossed over the finish line |
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He found Shorty waiting there |
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"Cut across Shorty, Shorty, cut across" |
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That's what Miss Lucy said |
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"Won't you cut across Shorty, Shorty, cut across? |
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You know it's you that I wanna wed" |
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It's you that I wanna wed, Lord, Lord |
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And oh Lord, it's you I wanna wed |
