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McNeal, McNeal, don’t steal my automobile.
I’ll take you to a café and buy you a real fine meal.
Hey, Jack, I got to do some ridin’.
Soon we got to come to a dividin’.
I don’t want to continue*
‘Cause the sign says, “Salt Pork, West Virginia.”
That’s where my baby lives, and I ain’t goin’ no further.
Hey, don’t you stop me now. I don’t want to commit no murder.
McNeal, McNeal, don’t steal my wheel,
I’ll buy you anything on the menu.
Cause, boy, I gotta go to Salt Pork, West Virginia.