From http://www.mlive.com/opinion/jackson/index.ssf/2012/01/editorial_oil_provides_gusher.html


FORTY-TWO BARRELS OF OIL A DAY
by Rusty Draper (song lyrics circa 1955)

1. Now I got in a game of gallopin' dice.
I made forty-two passes an', man, it was nice!
Took all my loot an' stashed it away,
Bought me some land the very next day.
Now there was a land as dry as could be,
An' all o' my friends felt sorry for me.
They said, "Man an' boy, you sure got stuck."
But they didn't figger on my Texas luck.

CHORUS: Forty-two barrels of oil a day.
Forty-two barrels an', man, that ain't hay!
I look out my window an' what do I see?
An oil well a-pumpin' more money for me.

2. Now my back yard's a sight to behold.
Wherever ya look there's liquid gold.
Never have seen so much money before:
Forty-two barrels an' they tell me there's more.
Bought me a car, the finest made.
Cash on the line, was how I paid.
Got me a ranch, have everything fine,
A brandin' iron with a dollar sign. CHORUS

3. Gonna live like a king 'cause there's nothin' as royal
As forty-two barrels of beautiful oil.
I've been engaged for quite a spell.
She's a patient gal, little Annabelle,
But I'd better quit while I'm ahead.
She might marry-up with another instead.
I'll say, "Annabelle, let's you an' me hitch."
An' I know she will, 'cause she wants to be rich. CHORUS

4. I went to the bank to start an account.
They asked me, "How much?" I said, "Name the amount."
I brought it in boxes, bags an' sacks,
Jars an' cases an' even in stacks,
But to be perfectly, honestly frank,
I had enough money to start my own bank.
Well, they counted an' counted an' finally said,
"We'll come to you the next time instead." CHORUS

5. Now I know that money isn't ever'thing.
It can buy you a car an' a big diamond ring.
It can get you a saddle that's mounted in gold,
But can't give you love to have an' to hold.
An' when you're alone on a cold winter's night,
You can't put your arms around it tight.
So, I'm mighty proud that Annabelle's true,
When she looks in my eyes an' says, "I love you."

OUTRO: Forty-two barrels of oil a day.
Forty-two barrels an', man, that ain't hay!
I look out my window an' what do I see?
Money, money, money, money for me!