text: I plugged 16 shells from a thirty-ought-six
  And a black crow snuck through a hole in the sky
  So I spent all my buttons on an old pack mule
  And I made me a ladder from a pawn shop marimba
  And I leaned it up against a dandelion tree
  Leaned it up against a dandelion tree
  Leaned it up against a dandelion tree
  Im gonna whittle you into kindlin
  16 shells from a thirty-ought-six
  Whittle you into kindlin
  16 shells from a thirty-ought-six
  Well I slept in the holler of a dry creek bed
  And I tore out the buckets from a red Corvette
  Tore out the buckets from a red Corvette
  Lionel and Dave and the Butcher made three
  You got to meet me by the knuckles of the skinnybone tree
  With the strings of a Washburn stretched like a clothes line
  You know me and that mule scrambled right through the hole
  Me and that mule scrambled right through the hole
  Im gonna whittle you into kindlin
  16 shells from a thirty-ought-six
  Whittle you into kindlin
  16 shells from a thirty-ought-six
  Im gonna whittle you into kindlin
  16 shells from a thirty-ought-six
  Whittle you into kindlin
  16 shells from a thirty-ought-six
  Now I hold him prisoner in a Washburn jail
  That I strapped on the back of my old kick mule
  Strapped it on the back of my old kick mule
  Bang on the strings driving them all crazy
  Im gonna strum it loud, gonna strum it loud
  Im gonna strum it loud baby, yeah gotta strum it loud
  Strum it loud, strum it loud, strum it loud
  Im gonna whittle you into kindlin
  16 shells from a thirty-ought-six
  Whittle you into kindlin
  16 shells from a thirty-ought-six
  16 shells, 16 shells, 16 shells