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.

Fickle Woman

Fickle woman, fickle woman, where have you been?
I’ve been to the city to buy a jig of gin.
I looked in the mirror and saw my sad eyes
As I looked, I began to realize.

That life is for the living, to take and to give
That it’s about time that I learn to live.
Fickle woman, fickle woman, where have you been?
I’ve been to the city to fetch a jig of gin.

To fetch a jig of gin and dream my life away
To wink at the guys as we dance and sway.
To wear my red dress and sing a love song
To laugh, dance and sing all night long.

Fickle woman, fickle woman, where have you been?
I’ve been to the city to fetch a jig of gin.
To fetch a jig of gin and start a new life
I’m yearnin’ to be somebody’s new wife.

Bein’ by myself ain’t part of the the plan
But darnit , so far all the guys ran.
I’ll color my hair and paint my lips red
Prance through the streets and knock them all dead.

I am the jiggy woman full of jiggy gin
Don’t tell me you just want to be my friend.
I’m out on the prowl, may take all my life
But I’m bound and determined to be a new wife.

Fickle woman, fickle woman, where have you been?
I’ve been to the city to fetch a jig of gin.

My Darlin Husband

My husband sez I am smart, thets whi he marred me,
He nose what he’s takin about, A&M giv him a degree.
When we do email, I hav to correct his spellin,
I don’t know wher he lernd to spell, ther jest ain’t no tellin.

He gives me a diagram headache, correctin him all the time,
If he’d jest listen to me, Id giv him a yankee dime.
I say, lets rite yur kids a letter, I know jest what to do,
We owe them one, Its ben long overdew.

Going to tel them we went up Dallus wey,
Went to sea the grankid, sat and watchd her play.
Her mom give me some flours, strait out of her garden growed,
I was mitey proud to git them, loaded the kar and hit the rode.

We heded for home, got on a fancy hiway,
Talked about the fun we had and how we spent the day.
He said, “Do I turn here or go strait ahed?”
I told him to watch wher he was goin or we’d both be dead.

I think weir goin to Huston, I can hardly wate,
Weir goin to get on email and set up a date.
I no I can find the house, easy as can be,
Cause he says I am so smart and he’s so proud of me.