The Chief and the Fair Maiden in the Third MeadowShe don't like her eggs all runny
She thinks fishin with bait is funny
She looks down her nose at money
She gets it on like the Easter Bunny
She's my baby
I'm her honey
I'm never gonna let her go
He gets laid every night and twice on Sundays
I like it when he buys me sexy undies
He’s real slow but he gets things done
Drinks his beer like it's oxygen
He's my baby and I'm his honey
Never gonna let him go
In spite of ourselves
We'll end up a'sittin' on a rainbow
Against all odds
Honey, we're the big door prize
We're gonna spite our noses
Right off of our faces
There won't be nothin' but big old hearts
Dancin' in our eyes.
She thinks all my jokes are corny
Vampire movies make her horny
She likes bourbon on her scrambled eggs
Swears like a sailor when she shaves her legs
She takes a lickin'
And keeps on tickin'
I'm never gonna let her go.
He's got more balls than a big brass monkey
He's a whacked out weirdo and a fly fishin junkie
Sly as a fox and crazy as a loon
Sulphurs come and he's howlin' at the moon
He's my baby
I don't mean maybe
Never gonna let him go
In spite of ourselves
We'll end up a sittin' on a rainbow
Against all odds
Honey, we're the big door prize
We're gonna spite our noses
Right off of our faces
There won't be nothin' but big old hearts
Dancin' in our eyes.
There won't be nothin' but big old hearts
Dancin' in our eyes.
3 comments:
Best blog post of the day!
One of my all time favorite tunes, and one of my all time favorite meadows. It's a win-win post. I really like the way Iris carries her part in that song too.
Unless I miss my guess, and I rarely do, that shot was taken at the hitching post for the rangers cabin in said meadow. The dude with the camera is looking north towards the Silver Tip Ranch and Frenchy's and that's Cutoff Mountain in the background. Either that or I've had way too many Winkleblink Ales tonight.
We're not the jet set
We're the old chevrolet set
Our steak and martinis
are cold beer and weenies
John Prine and Iris Dement's version of George and Tammy's old song.
"Up on Cripple Creek she sends me
If I spring a leak she mends me
I don't have to speak she defends me
A drunkard's dream if I ever did see one"
We're all jealous.
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