My love goes deeper than a Ditch Witch pokes,
And higher than a cherry-picker soars.
But I done caught you, darlin’, way ‘cross town
Spendin’ my money in the Dollar Stores.
Baloney, rotgut wine, Chef Boyardee,
Bags of super-jumbo cotton puffs,
Oh Henrys, Mike-‘n-Ikes, and frozen pies —
Enough’s enough. Damn! lovin’ you is tough!
Why oh why can’t you make do with me?
What’s in my pickup truck that you can’t find?
I’m right here for you, darlin’, Texas strong,
But hurtin’ bad now where the sun don’t shine!
Pigs feet, boiled goober peas, corn mush ‘n greens,
Ole Shep bayin’ at the moon, while me and you
Sop our plates plumb clean, then shuck our shorts,
Hear cricket song and do what lovers do.
(Reprise verse 1)
(c) 2018 JMN.