Gus, Gus, it's Gus , they say
That worried Houston Nutt
Gus, Gus has gone away
To where his own plays he can strut
Well Gus told his Momma on the day he was born
Don't you cry when Houston says I'm gone
You know there ain't no Nutt gonna call my plays
I just got to keep traveling on
Yes, there ain't no Nutt in this whole wide world
Gonna tell me how to call my stuff
I'm just a good coaching rambling man
Singing, Houston Nutt you ain't so tuff
I don't care when the sun goes down
Where I lay my weary head
Tulsa is not such a rocky road
It's there I've gone to lay my head
Gone, Gone, he's gone they say
These words worry Houston Nutt
Gone Gone he's gone they say
They are going to fire Houston's Butt!
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