The Quilt

She sat on the porch rocking to and fro
She didn’t know what to do or where to go.
Old Jake had left, said he wasn’t coming back
Packed up some salt pork and some hard tack.

She was left to take care of little baby Flo
She really was worried as she rocked to and fro.
She worked on her quilt thinking with all her might
What she planned to do just wasn’t right.

She got herself dressed, looked just like a man
Would go to the local bank, she had a good plan.
She packed the old pistol and headed for town
Walked into the bank and said, “You-all lay down.”

“I’ve come for some money, give it all to me”
Her body shook so hard she could hardly see

She sat on the porch rocking to and fro
She had taken care of little baby Flo.
Look in the quilt and you will surely find
Money that she hid there for her peace of mind.