It was in the mid to late fifty’s
He built a shack nestled in the trees
Because it’s on our land, it’s now become our property
Steamroller Joe’s place, for everyone to see

He was called by Steamroller
Because of his job as an operator
Buildin’ roads by smoothin’ out the dirt and the tar
He came home to his shack at night, drank his whiskey, smoked his cigar

There’s not much more to his life that I know
‘Cept that there’s rumor he was rollin’ in plenty o’ dough
Since he wasn’t married, the money didn’t go to any widow...
So, I’m wonderin’ where all those dollars went, where could they go?

Someday, I’ll bring down my sledgehammer and take a few whacks
At the walls and floors and furniture and whatever else might be in that shack
Maybe I’ll find out the rumors were just that, or
Maybe I’ll be rich someday and you’ll know the rumors were fact!