I had out done me naughty-cal duty
And had finished at O triple C
So I headed down south and a little bit west
To the college in old Tennessee

It was a campus of, oh, twenty thousand
At least twice that in acres of land
So it must have been fate or some magic at best
How could any one say this was planned?

I didn’t meet any young southern gal
And didn’t have any rich, famous pal
You can call it a fluke, a kind of a test
When I met up with young Bobby Duvall

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by John H Thomas Jr

Now our time there together was short
But not one has made a report
I say this in fact, if not also in jest
Because we never once needed support

We ended up going our own separate way
Until I heard a "Have A Nice Day"
There in the crowd along with the rest
Me and Bobby in the halls of the "A"

If you are ever in K’ville don’t boast
But stop off and give a big toast
To young Bobby and I, we lost them with zest
Still missing our minds to the most