Where Hillbilly Jack
Sent his pregnant wife, Jill,
Was not for a pail of well water.
She tramped up that hill
For some swill from a still,
But returned with a new baby daughter.
Jack wasn't amused
When Jill told him the news,
And he yelled, "Whar'n tarnation's mah likker?"
So she crowned him and drowned him
Where they still haven't found him.
Hillbilly divorces are cheaper and quicker.
My city cousin called them fireflies
To me it was a lightnin' bug
Her father drank imported beer
My pa drank corn likker from a jug
Her mother had fine linens
Spread on the table with care
My ma was lucky to have food
To put on a table clean, but bare
She never wore hand-me -downs
Her dresses were always new
She had lots of toys and dolls
I always had so few
My city cousin had her own room
With furniture by Simon Lister
I had feed sack curtains
And shared a bed with my sister
We grew up in different worlds
And seldom saw each other
Because her father was ashamed
To call my pa his brother