Letras
The old oaken bucket
The ironbound bucket
The moss-coppered bucket
That hangs on the pump
A monkey may look like a man, but still a monkey ain't
A homely girl may look real cute behind a coat of paint
Don't let the outside surface mean anything to you
My father was a trav'lin' man, that's how I know it's true
It's hard to tell the depth of a well
By the length of the handle on the pump
It's hard to gauge a camel's age
By the curl of the hair upon his hump
A girlie who may promise to be true to you
May be true to you and who knows who to you?
It's hard to tell the depth of a well
By the length of the handle on the pump