I saw Grisman out in Bozeman and the man began to cry
for they stole-a his mandola up the road in old Big Sky
He felt burned, and home returned, and then he loudly hollered "YES!"
Cause the axe was in a box delivered up by UPS

CH:

Oh the night they stole-a Grisman's Mandola
Well, he really felt the lack
Oh, he had a hole-a in his soul-a
til he got the sucker back

Well, the crook had been a schnook and so he couldn't sell the thing
And to deposit in his closet such a lovely mandoling
seemed so sad that he felt bad, in fact, as dirty as a hog...
So he placed it its case and sent it right on back to Dawg.

CH:

So the Moral of my storal is don't steal what isn't yours
You might end up in South Bend with Dawg's old Gilchrist in your drawers
If you covet--well what of it?--just don't let your conscience down
Or you'll have to pay the piper (or at least the man in Brown)

CH