Yeah I'm a shade tree fix-it man
 I don't need any helping hand
 I'm a Jack-of-all-trades
 When I'm working in the shade
 I'm a shade tree fix-it man
 Well I headed out a west from Arkansas
 My Ruby ran fine for a while
 Then a rock started knocking
 A gauge started rocking
 She wouldn't run another mile
 But on that downhill drag, I coasted for awhile
 Till I found me a shady inn
 I started huffing and a-puffing
 Started fretting and a-sweating
 But I soon had her running again
 'Cause I'm a shade tree fix-it man
 I don't need any helping hand
 I'm a Jack-of-all-trades