54.  CHAPPED HIDE
Melody--Rawhide

Ballin', ballin', ballin',
That boy he keeps on callin',
His crabs, they keep on crawlin',
Chapped hide!

You thought he was the right one,
But he was a one-night stand one,
He's shootin' blanks with his gun, Chapped hide!

Pick him up, take him home, ride him hard, make him moan!
Wake him up, saddle up, Send him home!
Chapped hide . . . Yee Haw!!

From Paul Woodford, "Hash Hymns" (Honolulu, Hawaii, 1994)