Music by Ken Trietsch & Frank Kettering    Words by Hezzie Trietsch & Gabe Ward   Copyright 1938 by Hoosier Hot Shots

VERSE
Eb'ner bought a Ford machine
And took Lizzie to the fair
And on the way he lost control
And the Ford went in the air,
He scared his little Lizzie,
As he ran down through the crowd,
Then Lizzie grabbed him 'round the neck
And she shouted right out loud.

CHORUS
Hold 'er hold 'er Ebiner,
She's gonna rare,
Now this old world ain't safe no more,
Old Ebiner I'm scared,
I cannot get to heaven, 'cause I ain't got the fare,
So hold 'er, hold 'er Ebiner,
She's gonna rare.
Just the same I'm gonna wait
You may belong to somebody else
But I love you just the same.

VERSE
Eb'ner sold his Ford machine
And he bought an old gray mare,
And then he went and got his girl
And they started for the fair.
But soon they met an auto,
And the horse began to shy,
Then Lizzie started to get out
And you ought to hear her cry.