He liked his hot rod vehicle.
He liked his twin-pipe mufflers.
He liked his foot pressed down
Upon the accelerator pedal.
He raced his hot rod vehicle
With the bright twin-pipe mufflers,
With his foot pressed hard down
Upon the accelerator pedal.
He crashed his hot rod vehicle
Down a hill covered with burrs,
Leaving a path of junk around
Before the car began to settle.
He died in his hot rod vehicle
On a hill covered with burrs
Among the junk spread all around
Underneath where the car did settle.
They buried him in a great big hole,
Filled to the brim with dirt
With flowers spread on top
And a marker placed at the head.
He left his hot rod vehicle.
He left behind a tattered shirt.
He left his twin-pipe mufflers.
The young Steppy Smith was dead 
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