When I was just a baby, my mama told me, "Son,I hear the train a comin'
It's rolling round the bend
And I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know when,
I'm stuck in old Ohio, and time keeps draggin' on
But that train keeps a rollin' on down to Barberton
Always be a good boy; don't ever play with clubs."
But I shot a tree in Hilton Head, just to watch it die.
When I hear that golf ball knockin' I hang my head and cry.