Thank you all for your comments. My father used to sing this to me and I never knew where it came from. His version was:

Oh, I grew up in the mountains, out where the snakes have legs
Where the hootowls they speak English, and the roosters lay square eggs.

I shaved my beard and mustache the morning I was born,
That night I beat up my ole man and I drank his rye and corn.

Chorus:
Oh, I'm a truthful fellow, I never told a lie
I never told a falsehood and I won't until I die.


I was shipwrecked on an island, a way out in the sea
By cannibals I was captured and tied up to a tree.
They danced to the beat of tomtoms and acted mighty rough
They said I wouldn't make good steak because I was too tough.

Chorus, again.

This brings back wonderful memories, as my father died six years ago and I think of him and miss him every day.