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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required (song lyrics) Verse 1: Now I can’t go fishin’, ‘cuz ya’ sold my rod and reel Can’t go snow-racin’, ‘cuz ya’ sold my snowmobile And I got flaws - that’s for sure - and sometimes run amuck But the final straw that I can’t take: Ya’ sold my pickup truck Chorus: You can burn the house, shoot my dog and stomp my ol’ guitar But when you sold my pickup truck, well, Honey, ya’ went too far Verse 2: I didn’t care when ya’ bought that stuff on TV’s QVC Or ‘cause ya’ always thought of me as your private Money Tree Or catalog-orderin’ ever’thing from within ol’ Sears Roebuck But I’ll be danged if I’ll sit still since ya’ sold my pickup truck! Chorus: You can burn the house, shoot my dog and stomp my ol’ guitar But when you sold my pickup truck, well, Honey, ya’ went too far Verse 3: So I went and saw a gypsy gal, and a curse on you imposed To put sand in your chewin' gum and runners in your panty hose And all your clothes and accessories to never, ever match And chiggers in your bed sheets - so you’ll always have to scratch! Chorus: You can burn the house, shoot my dog and stomp my ol’ guitar But when you sold my pickup truck, well, Honey, ya’ went too far Verse 4: I seen ya’ last Saturday night at Bubba’s Bar and Grill The image of you in stripes and checks remains within me still And them red chigger welts upon your nose and face Tells me that the gypsy curse is workin’ ever’ place! Chorus: You can burn the house, shoot my dog and stomp my ol’ guitar But when you sold my pickup truck, well, Honey, ya’ went too far
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