Ole Jay McPenny

By Andy Copeland

Ole Jay McPenny used to write all day,

Drink all night, and sleep in the hay

He had no place to call his own

He had no money with which to pay

He stayed inside the farmer’s barn

Telling his stories–he could spin that yarn

The farmer caught his wife with poor ole Jay

And there wasn’t a thing Jay could say

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