Comin' cross tha pasture
A thought come over me.
Today is thet very day
Thet you got hitched to me.
I reckon thet ya autta know
Yur the purdyess I evah saw.
I dint even notice
Yur hair got grey an all.
I feel really lucky
Ya kent remember nothin.
Cause iff'n ya evah did
I'd be in trouble fer somethin'.
I always love tha way ya look
And thet will never change.
I reckon all thet happened
Waz thangs waz rearranged.
Get yerse'f all purdy
I'll take ya out tonight.
The fellas is havin' a tractor pull
And it auta be a sight.
I reckon iff'n I had it
To do all over again
I'd take ya for my bride
Jest like I did back then.
Copyright by Eileen Breedlove

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