Country Shack's Cold

Wildcat screechin' in the nearby wood,

Old rooster crowin' on the tractor hood.

Woman growls back from her side of the bed:

"Get that look outta your eye,

"Ye heard what I said. 

"Get your boney butt up

"And go milk the cow.

"And drag up that feed sack,

"And slop that ol' sow.

"That'll give you somethin' 

"To do with your hands.

"This country shack's cold, 

"Ain't no fire going yet.

"What do ye think this is, 

"Any other thing just forget."

Lawd, she sure was a pretty thing when we first met.

What can I do, so I roll outta the covers.

How 'bout that TV show where wives are really lovers?

Guess I weren't born to live a full and happy life,

With all her abuse and a world full of strife.

But there's work to be done, the stock's gotta eat.

So I pull up my overalls and boot up my feet.

It gives me somethin' to do with my hands.

No use sayin' nothin' or I won't get fed,

But that don't stop the images inside my head.

I could run her off and eat sardines instead.

Wonder if she'd notice if I waked up gone.

Someday she might be sleepin' here alone.

I could leave her to build a new life on her own.

Now that'd give her something to do with her hands.

Now that'd give her something to do with her hands.

Author's Note

I love writing new lyrics to match existing tunes, sometimes a stanza, sometimes all new.

Reviews

[john l smith]

very funny
especially enjoy the first two lines
John

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