As I was a gion down the road. With a tired team and a heavy load. I cracked my whip and leader spruing. I say gooday to the wagon tongue. Turkey in the straw. Turkey in the hay. Turkey in the straw. Turkey in the hay. Roll’em up and twist em up a high tuckahoe. And play a little tune called turkey in the straw. Oh I went out to milk, and I didn’t know how. I milked the goat instead of the cow. A monkey sittin on a pile of straw. A winking his eyes at his mother in law. Turkey in the straw. Turkey in the hay. Turkey in the straw. Turkey in the hay. Roll’em up and twist em up a high tuckahoe. And play a little tune called turkey in the straw.