Ma Feets
Ah gotsta tell y’all ‘bout ma own two feet,
Fo transportation dey can’t be beat.
I’m right proud a them clod hoppers, see,
Cause they always trekin’ on ahead a me.
Don’t reckon dey ain’t no place dey ain’t never been,
And if’n dey was I fo sho cainst remember when..
An I remember onced when dese ole clodhoppers,
Churned like lightning from some bad coppers.
Now dey don’t always get me out of a lurch,
Sundays dey carry me on down to church.
An when the old widow next door needs favors,
Why dese ole feet a mine hit them pavers.
Lord dey was your transportation I read in the bible,
So in my book dese feets got no rival.
Member that lady what washed yours an dried em with her hair?
I like to think I’d a maybe helped her if I’d a been dere…
Anyway, thank you Lord for my favorite transportation,
Saves me a heap a money at the gaslene station!
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