Everyone knew he was a wanted outlaw.
Meanest man in Arkansas.
Some folks said he didn't love his maw.
He had arms of steel, was really tall.
Made Paul Bunyon look mighty small.
Could look at a glacier an' make it thaw.
Wrestled a bear and ate its claw.
Beat up a lion chewed off its paw.
Broke in an outhouse, graffiti'd the stall.
One thing about him, his one little flaw,
One thing 'bout Spit that made us allHold back our snickers and all our hee-haws. . .
Ol' Spit drank whiskey through a straw!
