[]Don't never put your hat on the bed, son. Never put your hat on the []bed 'Cause if your []hat's on the bed you might []wake up dead So don't you []never put your hat on the []bed But if you do be sure it's upside down, son. If you do be sure it's upside []down 'Cause []if there's any doubt it keeps the []luck from running out So if you []do be sure it's upside []down Never throw a match when it's dry, son. Never throw a match when it's []dry Don't you []never throw a match 'Cause the []grass might catch And []burn three counties when it's []dry Always keep an edge on your knife, son. always keep an edge on your []knife 'Cause a []good sharp edge is a []man's best hedge Against the []vague uncertainies of []life Yes a []good sharp edge is a []man's best hedge Against the []uncertain vagaries of []life But I []never could sharpen no []knife like the []one who give the ad[]vice Yodel-[]aye, yodel-[]aye, yodel-[]ooh Well never sell the old .22, son. Never sell the old [A].22 'Cause the [D]old .22 shot a [G]gofer or two So don'tcha [A]never sell the old [D].22 But aim it to the left, a little low, son. Aim it to the left a little [A]low 'Cause the [D]old iron sight fires [G]high and to the right So [A]aim it to the left, a little [D]low And always tip the glass when you pour, son. Always tip the glass when you [A]pour 'Cause if you [D]don't tip the glass then the [G]foam, it comes fast And [A]runs from the table to the [D]floor Always keep an edge on your knife, son. always keep an edge on your [A]knife 'Cause a [D]good sharp edge is a [G]man's best hedge Against the [A]vague uncertainies of [D]life Yes a [D]good sharp edge is a [G]man's best hedge Against the [A]uncertain vagaries of [D]life But I [G]never could sharpen no [A]knife like the [D]one who give the ad[G]vice Yodel-[D]aye, yodel-[A]aye, yodel-[D]ooh Well be sure to put your horse away dry, son. Be sure to put your horse away [A]dry 'Cause a [D]hot, wet horse ain't [G]healthy of course So be [A]sure put your horse away [D]dry And be sure to thaw the bit when it's cold, son. Be sure to thaw the bit when it's [A]cold 'Cause if you [D]don't thaw the bit then your [G]pony's tongue sticks To the [A]frozen, metal bridle when it's [D]cold And never judge a man by his clothes, son. Never judge a man by his [A]clothes You gotta [D]look through the dirt and, Lord, [G]judge him by his work So don'tcha [A]never judge a man by his [D]clothes Always keep an edge on your knife, son. always keep an edge on your [A]knife 'Cause a [D]good sharp edge is a [G]man's best hedge Against the [A]vague uncertainies of [D]life Yes a [D]good sharp edge is a [G]man's best hedge Against the [A]uncertain vagaries of [D]life But I [G]never could sharpen no [A]knife like the [D]one who give the ad-[G]vice Yodel-[D]aye, yodel-[A]aye, yodel-[D]ooh But I [G]never could sharpen no [A]blade quite the [D]way that he [G]sayed Yodel-[D]aye, yodel-[A]aye, yodel-[D]ooh