Grandpa Jones did this song. Much of it stays the same but the last verse is:

If ever I go to town again, loaded to the gills.
I watch them dudes like a chicken hawk that circles around ours hills.
I'll not be out in the electric lights, I'll stick right with my pard.
I'll get myself a half a pint and stay in the wagon yard.

And if that dude he comes around for me to buy his booze.
I'll hit him in the head so hard he'll feel it in his shoes.
He'll think he's met a wildcat, I'll hit that dude so hard.
He'll wish I'd bought me a half a pint and stayed in the wagon yard.