| Now a country boy named Shorty |
| And a city boy named Dan |
| Had to prove who could run the fastest |
| To win Miss Lucy’s hand |
| Now Dan had all the money |
| And he also had the looks |
| But Shorty must have had something boys that can’t be found in books |
| «Cut across Shorty, Shorty cut across.» |
| That’s what Miss Lucy said |
| «Cut across Shorty, Shorty cut across |
| It’s you I wanna win.» |
| Now Dan had been in training |
| A week before the race |
| He’d made up his mind old Shorty |
| Would end in second place |
| Now Dan with his long legs flying |
| Left Shorty far behind |
| And Shorty heard him holler out |
| «Miss Lucy you’ll soon be mine.» |
| «Cut across Shorty, Shorty cut across.» |
| That’s what Miss Lucy said |
| «Cut across Shorty, Shorty cut across |
| It’s you I wanna win.» |
| But Shorty wasn’t worried |
| He had a smile upon his face |
| He knew that he was gonna win |
| 'Cos Lucy had fixed the race |
| And just like that old story 'bout the turtle and the hare |
| When Dan crossed over the finishing line |
| He found Shorty waiting there |
| «Cut across Shorty, Shorty cut across.» |
| That’s what Miss Lucy said |
| «Cut across Shorty, Shorty cut across |
| It’s you I wanna win.» |