Three Dog Night

Turpentine, dandelion wine, turned the corner and I'm doing fine.
Shootin' at the birds on the telephone line,
Pickin' em off with this gun of mine
I got a fire in my belly, fire in my head,
Gonna hi-di-hi 'til I'm dead
Sister Sue, short and stout, she didn't grow up she grew out
Mama thinks she's pretty and she's being kind
Papa thinks she's lovely and he's half blind
Don't let her out much except at night
I don't care cause I'm all right.
Oh the sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home
And the young folks lay on the floor