Church Picnic
CHURCH PICNIC
There was no time, now was forever,
he said I love you, she believed him,
at seventeen they had to love and run.
Under cottonwoods the world was theirs
while the river kept on crying by,
and she never guessed it might be more than fun.
Her daddy was a Baptist preacher
he'd keep his little girl, if he could reach her,
but seventeen and picnics--life moves on;
and a girl shows her virginity
to the alderman who needs to see,
and the serpant in the garden waves it's tongue.
Her lavender was still a blessing,
She whispered words of her confessing,
he laid her down to to save her in his eyes,
under the cottonwoods, the need to cry
came too late for her to wonder why,
while her Daddy preacher man got ready to baptize.
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