They Grow Girls Tough In Alabama
They grow girls tough in Alabama, Pa.
They are lively and the meanest you ever saw.
They chased me down and threw me into the mud.
Don’t make me go back to school said young boy Chud.
The pa rolled his eyes, and pointed to his wife.
You might as well know, son, this is your life.
These dainty creatures wear dresses to fool us.
But they are tough, and grow up to rule us.
His wife rolled her eyes, and smiled at their talk.
After it was done she knew they would both squawk
But she would mud wrestle them both to get out of cleaning the shed.
She went through her moves methodically, figuring out in her head.
How to best them both, so she could stay in the kitchen.
She could call in recruits, but then they’d be ’n.
So she figured it out, because being a female, she is slick.
They grow girls tough in Alabama, but they don’t grow them thick.
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