Just Another Day Or Is It?
Git yer nose out of there
You ornery little critter
Go find yer Ma
And get yer own dinner
I've got bulls to move,
Horses to break, A tractor to fix,
And hay to rake.
And you think I've got time to play
Think again son
Now git on yer way.
Yer Ma's off there
Bawling fer you
Be a good boy
I've got things to do.
Go on, git right through that gate
There goes yer lunch
Yer a little to late.
I warned you son
No fault a mine
When yer belly starts rumbling
Don't come to me crying.
That's a girl Cathy
You show him the way
And thanks for yer help.
Oh, by the way darling,
Happy Birthday.
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