Whatever You Say Dear-It's Hillbilly Love
When I see you in the broad daylight
Your long,ratty beard gives me a fright
You keep critters in there just for play
They won't hurt a thing,you always say
Whatever you say dear,your shotgun's sawed
Pointed at a young feller whose plan is flawed
He played fast and loose,now baby makes three
Whatever you do dear,don't miss and shoot me!
Whatever you say dear, that moonshine will wait
The revenue man's headed for the front gate
There's biscuits and pinto beans cooked on the fire
But first dear would you go make me a swing tire?
Whatever you say dear,need a hickory switch
To whip some young-uns when I know which is which
Whatever you say dear it's a hard life
Ain't all it's cracked up to-bein' your wife!
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**sponsored by Francine Roberts
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