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SHINE JAR LIDS
My daddy's still turned out the corn
I drank it on the day I's born
the revenuer's looked at me
then taxed my butt, cute as can be.
My daddy said, that child is mine,
cause I sure liked the girls and shine.
I danced one night with Norma Jean
the Texas Star, know what I mean?
She had big assets in the front,
a tiny waist, and rockin rump,
I axed her if she'd be my bride,
then late that night we took a ride.
We parked a while in my car
she showed me what a back seat's for.
Now Norma Jean she sure is cool
She makes me go to Sunday school.
She likes white lightnin', smooth as silk,
and chases it with buttermilk.
I got a hound dog, name of Fred,
as coon dogs go, he plays dead.
My daddy's still still turns out shine
but now it's just a hobby of mine.
And Norma Jean, she turns out kids,
and helps me screw on shine jar lids.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet