Now's when you make up your mind
You know long long ago I made up mine
I'm going down South to Huck Finn's hideout
I'm gonna jump on a raft and knock a gallon of wine out
And if you're coming down you better bring your own smokes
'Cause I don't hold the kind with black wrappers and cloves
And if you're coming down you better bring your own wine
Mine comes in a box yours grows on a California vine
Now's when you hike up your dress
Just grab ahold of my shoulders and I'll do the rest
We've got poison oak
We've got honey suckle too
We've got a gallon of boxed wine and enough smokes for two
Now that you're here I can't think of what to say
With your legs dancing around and that smile on your face
Now that you're here I can't remember the way
With our black lungs in Huck Finn's hiding place