the dirt farmer¡¯s wife is hanging her laundry on the line
|
she¡¯s wasting her life but other than that she¡¯s doing fine
|
|
the gut wagon rolls trailing a cloud of flies along
|
holding her nose she¡¯s trying to hear the buzzard¡¯s song
|
|
sidewinder spoiled my shot at my precious forget-me-not
|
|
it¡¯s a red letter day and we¡¯ve all confessed to petty crimes
|
what can she say that hasn¡¯t been said a hundred times
|
the dirt farmer swears his fruit is as fresh as the early spring
|
what does he care that she¡¯s finding worms in everything
|
|
sidewinder spoiled my shot at my precious forget-me-not
|
claimjumper stole my spot next to me precious forget-me-not
|
|
the weed garden grows just outside the kitchen door
|
the dirt farmer knows it won¡¯t be in bloom like it was before
|
|
sidewinder spoiled my shot at my precious forget-me-not
|
claimjumper stole my spot next to me precious forget-me-not
|
|
-----------------
|
Sidewinder
|
| Ass Ponys |
