Momma's Fancy Laced Boots
For Y'all to enjoy!!!
Momma went trappin' till noon,
fer Ring Neck Ducks ~ en a fishin' too,
she was a dragin' er ole berlap full-
as well
"like money in 'er til"
by thee light, now full moon...
Seven siblings doin' chores causin'...
Momma needed money...soon,
Grandpa en a pop'a were a knockin'
down all those logs - for Coors,
Momma chasin' chickens, Oh! an rescelin'...
in their pen, en a sloppin' with all them hogs,
why she was a slippin' en a slidein'...
into a sink hole, an a trippin' over ~ pa's logs,
Frogs were a jumpin', an a hopin'
right through her hands...
While Grandpa was a brewin',
a good ale, a good tale fer Kentucky mash...
Momma ney're could save 'er cash,
Fer what she longed fer...
ner're enough mash-ale fer dough,
though ~ down to her country-store...
She went one misty ~ foggy mornin'...
In one of her swamp boats,
All ale an Momma went a paddlin'...
Per'aps
fer her new cowgirl sexy ~ fancy laced
red, white, & Blue combat Boots.
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