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Momma's Fancy Laced Boots


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                 Momma went trappin' till noon,
           fer Ring Neck Ducks ~ en a fishin' too,
              she was a dragin' er ole  berlap full-
                               as well
                      "like money in 'er til"
                    by thee light, now full moon...

                 Seven siblings doin' chores causin'...
                      Momma needed money...soon,
                   Grandpa en a pop'a were a knockin'
                    down all those logs - for Coors,

                Momma chasin' chickens, Oh! an rescelin'...
             in their pen, en a sloppin' with all them hogs,
                   why she was a slippin' en a slidein'...
            into a sink hole, an a trippin' over ~ pa's logs,

              Frogs were a jumpin', an a hopin'
               right through her hands...

                 While Grandpa was a brewin',
                  a good ale, a good tale fer Kentucky mash...
                   Momma ney're could save 'er cash,

                    Fer what she longed fer...
                     ner're enough mash-ale fer dough,
                      though ~ down to her country-store...

                        She went one misty ~ foggy mornin'...
                            In one of her swamp boats,
                          All ale an Momma went a paddlin'...
                                      Per'aps
                           fer her new pair of ~ fancy laced
                                      Combat Boots.
                                          




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