“Popcorn” sold
Untaxed likker.
Made it fast,
Sold it quicker.
Loathed by some;
Loved by others.
Kissed by sisters;
Kicked by brothers.
No Huntin’ — No Fishin’ — No Timber-Cuttin’
Why not say: No tender muffins!
Whatta way to punish corn.
Might as well he’d n’r been born.
Bones & skin.
Plaid & denim.
Chased white whiskey,
Nev’r wimmim.
Chose Fedora
As his hat.
Grew-a beard
Like Brillo pads.
No Huntin’ — No Fishin’ — No Timber-Cuttin’
Why not say: No tenda lovin’
Seems a shame to smash a still,
Wastin’ hooch in a Fire Drill.
Pop poked gov-mint
Re-ve-no-ors,
2-bit sheriffs,
Hayseed chewers.
Wasn’t no hero;
W’n’t no saint.
W’n’t no “Star!”
Was-n’t quaint.
No Huntin’ — No Fishin’ — No Timber-Cuttin’
Why not say: “No tender muffins!”
Whatta way to punish corn.
Might-a wished he’d n’r been born.
Night before
He went to jail,
Said, “I’d rather
Be in hell!”
Went to sleep
In his ol’ Ford;
Didn’t get up
In the dewy morn.
No Huntin’ — No Fishin’ — No Timber-Cuttin’
Why not say: “No tender muffins!”
Whatta way to punish corn.
Might as well he’d n’r been born.
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