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Musicians:
Nash Nickels - Lead Vocals * Allen Brooks - Bass Guitar, Background Vocals * Keith Maples - Rhythm Guitar, Background Vocals * Hank Culpepper - Acoustic Guitars * Skeeter Beauchamp - Drums * Tammy Sue Holloway - Fiddle * Buck Hargreeve - Hand Shaker, Background Vocals *

Studio Staff:
Slim Graidinton - Producer * Clyde McCluskey - Co Producer * Dolly Pickens - Co Producer * Ruffinton Makkerman - Recording Engineer * Allen Brooks - Mixing Engineer * Junior Pritchard - Assistant Engineer * Billy Ray Darnell - Mastering Engineer *

Production Staff:
Loretta May Bloom - Emergency Biscuit Coordinator * Buckley Jo Raines - Professional Fence Leaner * Bobby Ray Kincaid - Tape Measure Optimist * Gerald Watkins - Vice President of Truck Tailgate Relations * Ronnie Lee Carter - Tailgate Seating Coordinator * Douglas H. Pruitt - Vice President of Unnecessary Meetings * Becky Ann Whitman - Lead Sky Hook Operator * Janice Feldman - Director of Porch-Based Operations * Dale “Two Cups” Henderson - Morning Coffee Supervisor * Dinky Pillfspher - Late-Night Howlin’ Consultant * Earlene Watkins - Porch Light Activation Specialist * Jedediah Knox - Mud Depth Surveyor * Marty Folsom - Lost Tool Recovery Specialist *

LYRICS:
Woke up this mornin’, my boots were gone.
Found my Jackalope tryin’ to mow the front lawn.
He said, “Listen up pardner, your yard’s a real mess,”
Then he billed me forty bucks for extra “maintenance.”

He chews up my hats just like a billy goat.
Wears my best Sunday shirts like a fancy coat.
He once stole my truck just to “feel alive.”
Drivin real fast on route 5.5.5.

Don’t be jackin’ with my Jackalope.
He’s a one-critter Riot with no antidote.
If chaos had fur, and trouble could float.
You’d find ’em both ridin’ in his fishin boat.

Don’t! Be! Jackin’! With my Jackalope!
He’s my four-legged headache, but he helps me cope.
Can’t never trust a rabbit that acts like a goat.
Don’t be jackin' with my Jackalope.

My Jackalope woke up a wearin’ my boots,
He said, “I’m runnin’ for sheriff, whatz you gonna do.”
So he held a press conference out in my front yard,
Gave the chickens jobs and then he fired all my dogs.

He’s a mythical critter with a mind of his own,
He eats my cereal while he hogs my phone.
Some say he ain’t real, well that’s a real joke,
‘Cause he just ordered lunch and he left me flat broke

I got a critter with an attitude,
Acts like he’s the local mayor dude.
He struts around in his dusty coat.
Yeah, that’s my horn-headed furball, that’s my Jackalope.