Hillbilly Weddin'
(Papa’s got ‘is gun on you)
When I was young my ma said ta me
“yer gonna meet a man an’ be his bride”
Now whoever thought that YOU would be
So lucky as to be my pride?
Gimme a kiss, gimme a hug
We’z gonna git hitched cuz we’z in luv
Don’t try ta run an’ don’t try ta hide
Cuz papa’s got ‘is gun on you (whoa whoa)
Ya won’t really gain cuz I got a ball-n-chain
Wrapped around yer purdy little toe (whoa whoa)
Don’t tell me maybe
gonna make us some babies
An’ papa’s got ‘is gun on you
Now I’m spit shined an’ spiffied up
To go traipsin’ down that aisle of furever
Say them words, say ‘em loud ‘nuff to be heard
Ya know, for worse or for better? (wutever)
Gimme a kiss, gimme a hug
We’z gonna git hitched cuz’ we’z in luv
Don’t try ta run an’ don’t try ta hide
Cuz papa’s got ‘is gun on you
…Now three days later
I’m still waitin’ at the altar
Yer a slick one I should say
You said you just needed ta step outside
This was an awful time to take a ride
I wish you’d come back an’ make me yer bride
Cuz papa’s got ‘is gun on you
I wish you’d come back cuz I miss ya hun,
Papa’s already reloadin’ his gun
And I’m in tears cuz this aint no fun
(I’ve never waited this long for anyone!)
Gimme a kiss, gimme a hug
We’z gonna git hitched cuz we’z in luv
Don’t try ta run an’ don’ try ta hide
Cuz papa’s got ‘is gun on you.
Copyright © Gayle Rodd | Year Posted 2017
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