Shade Tree Mechanic Lyrics - Cledus T. Judd

Well, his house was nothin' more than a big junkyard 

A retirement home for old lawnmowers and them blocked up rusty cars 

He couldn't read or write a word and he stu-stuttered when he spoke 

But he was Albert Einstein when it came to them nuts and bolts 

Everybody called him Greasy but his real name was Bert 

At least that's what it said on his blue Sonoko shirt 

He kept a Maytag full of Millers in the shade of a cottonwood 

Lord, he loved to pop a top just like he loved to pop a hood 

He was the world's greatest shade tree mechanic 

He fixed outboards, cars and toasters and worn out winter fans 

No job was too big on the planet 

For the world's greatest shade tree mechanic 

Old Greasy died one mornin' a-doin' what he loved best 

He didn't have him no will but we all knew his last request 

So we put his toolbox in the trunk and him behind the wheel 

And sent him off to heaven in a Goodyear Bonneville 

He was the world's greatest shade tree mechanic 

He fixed outboards, cars and toasters and worn out winter fans 

No job was too big on the planet 

For the world's greatest shade tree mechanic 

Now, when he wasn't snoozin' in his hammock 

He was the greatest shade tree mechanic 

Take it easy, Greasy