Now a country boy called Shorty
and a city boy named Dan
had to prove who could run the fastest
to win miss Lucy’s hand.
Now Dan had all the money
and he also had the looks,
but Shorty must have had something, boys,
that can’t be found in books.
Well, a-cut across, Shorty. Shorty, cut across.
That’s what miss Lucy said.
Cut across, Shorty. Shorty, cut across.
It’s you I wanna wed.
Now Dan had been in training
a week before the race.
He made up his mind
ol’ Shorty would end in second place.
And Dan with his long legs a-flyin’
left Shorty far behind.
And Shorty heard him holler out:
Miss Lucy, you’ll soon be mine.
Well, a-cut across, Shorty. Shorty, cut across.
That’s what miss Lucy said.
Cut across, Shorty. Shorty, cut across.
It’s you I wanna wed.
But Shorty wasn’t worried,
there was a smile upon his face.
He knew that he was a-goin’ to win,
’cause Lucy had fixed the race.
And just like that old story
about the turtle and the hare,
when Dan crossed over the finish line,
he found Shorty waiting there.
Well, a-cut across, Shorty. Shorty, cut across.
That’s what miss Lucy said.
Cut across, Shorty. Shorty, cut across.
It’s you I wanna wed.
It’s you I wanna wed.
It’s you I wanna wed.
It’s you I wanna wed.
It’s you I wanna wed.