I told you, I come up right next to the old Washita River up there in Oklahoma.Well, in the fall of the year, it was just about burning, too, you know.But us kids, we would get some sandbags and chunks and old pieces of log and cross ties and stuffand build a *** in a little old place down there right below the highway bridge.We'd get that water ***med up in there and, oh, it'd get, I guess, some place would be five, six feet deep.And there was a preacher man there that he kept on peering and peeking around there in the brushtrying to see something to know what he was trying to do.But his eyesight wasn't too good and we was a little swift to foot.You know, just boys and girls, we didn't none have no bathing suits.But what the heck, man, it was in the middle of the night most times.We built up a little fire there and, you know, we didn't have no weenies to roast.We'd do well to have biscuit with some syrup in it in them days.But boys and girls haven't changed no whole lot since then.They still do a lot of things Paul and Maude don't approve of.Well, this fella kept on.He went to what we call a resident deputy there.He's a deputy sheriff, but in place of having to go to all the expense of going way outlying places in the county,they have a man that's there and they can call him and tell him, you know, to go and investigate a situation of any kind.So here come the deputy and the preacher.Them days they didn't have these transistor lights.They had a big old hot shot battery.One man had to put in there told it and the other had the headlight on his headwith a piece of wire running back to that battery.They come up there and we was all having a ball, man.And I was leaning back against a big old chunk.And there was a beautiful young thing on both of my arms, one on each side,and I wouldn't have took a million dollars a piece for them.And at the end of this story, you'll know why I wouldn't have took a million dollars a piece for them girls.They popped that headlight on us and right in my face.Them girls creak, you know, and covered up the head, but it was done too late then.The mule had done throwed Tony.Well, they cut the light off and give us a whole big portion of chin musicand told us to get our clothes and put them on.And then they dressed us down some more.Told us what all was going to happen if anything like this ever happened anymore.And the reason why that we didn't all wind up in the reform school over there at Paul's Valleywas because that one of them girls on one arm belonged to the preacher manand the other belonged to the resident deputy.That was my insurance man.So, this Baptist minister's daughter taught me this little old song.So you may judge her character by how much you enjoy a little ribaldryalong with some good sound thought applied to a song that old outlaw boys do, you know.Well, it was late last night, I was laying in the bed.A long come a thought come rolling in my head.Rolled and it rolled.Wouldn't let me rest.Well, I thought I had my hand upon the cuckoo's nest.So the next morning, so early she did rise.Had her shoes and her stockings in her hand.Finger on the lock, said, come on, young man.Never let you rest till you break nine eggs in the cuckoo's nest.Then she said to me, honey, you've ruined me.You brought me down to this low degree.Saw all my hair, rumpled up my dress,and you muffled up the feathers on the cuckoo's nest.Then she said to me, you ought to be ashamed.If that had been me, then I'd have been to blame.And besides, my parents never let me restWell, I thought I had my hand upon the cuckoo's nest.So the next morning, so early she did rise.Had her shoes and her stockings in her hand.Finger on the lock, said, come on, young man.Never let you rest till you break nine eggs in the cuckoo's nest.There was a potter and a peacock playing in the grass.A rattlesnake was singing with a shell on his.Come all you fowls.May hatch a nest that takes a full nine months to hatch a cuckoo's nest.