Tomboy Jenny
My Momma called me late yesterday
Told me our Jenny had passed away
Her life was taken by a Louisiana bear
My body went weak, but I grinned from ear to ear
She could shoot a quail at 100 yards
Get her hands dirty, take care of the farm
Her Daddy called her his best ranch hand
But I was really her biggest fan
She drove a flat bed pick up truck
Changed her own oil, tuned it up
She had the bluest eyes I'd ever seen
She had a .38 tucked in her jeans
She could skin a deer by the pale moonlight
Put it in a pan and cook it up right
Hope heavens ready for Tomboy Jenny
She'll show up in boots and a crown
She could reel in catfish from dusk to dawn
Do cartwheels across that big country lawn
She had freckles that danced down her nose
We played in the bayou where the dogwood grows
I can't believe that she is really gone
She made us feel like we all belonged
I loved her then, I'll miss her now
Tomboy Jenny never left this town
She's the reason us boys hung around .........
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