Call it luxurious or just call it livin’ right,
At the hearth we’re burning Black Walnut tonight.

Call it ostentatious or something else profound .
Fact is when I was sawing, it lay there on the ground.

It wasn’t quite furniture grade,
So the decision I promptly made.

I’d saw it for firewood.
For that it’ll make the grade.

An old timer happened by,
Propped his boots by the fire.

“Lord have mercy,” he said .
“Is that Walnut there, glowin’ red?”

Such luxury I’d nearly forgotten.
You must be livin’ in tall cotton!