Out the Door
Out The Door
Country had many meandering hills
Full of so many chills and thrills
Good locking gal sat beside me
Right there where she should be.
I may be from mighty Muskogee
Where they like to do the bogie
And likely forgot to add the lo
Afraid it would get all over you.
All around things started moving
Were jumping, jiving and grooving
And then when my dress I tore
They threw me out the door.
James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran
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