Raylene's a Mommy
When I wed sweet Raylene, her hair was pure gold,
And she was the prettiest thirteen-year-old.
But now she's a plump as a pickerel frog,
'Cos she's had more babies than BillyBob's hog.
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Oh, Raylene's a mommy agin,
Yeah, Raylene's a mommy agin,
Now what in tarnation
Goes down on vacation?
'Cos Raylene's a mommy agin.
When August comes callin', it's pack up and head
To a shack on Blue Bayou, where the catfish are red.
November, and she's in the family way,
And regler as clockwork, it pops out in May.
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Our trailer is bustin' apart at the seams.
We've got enough kids for four volleyball teams.
We cain't have no more. You can bet your last dime,
I'm taking Raylene on vacation next time.
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