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Chapter 42 ~ Redneck'n Poem Write'n Nite





Redneck'n Poem Write'n Nite
Chapter ~ 42



Lyric Rewrite

Hey
Hello Buzzard, Mouth here
Let me lay this in your ear
Get ready to go
We gonna start about sundown
You need a kick-ass killer poem
To take this Gold Pen
I got my eye on it too
We'll do write'n for sure
Well here I am Buzzard, ready to write
Lets get it on, Write up a storm
We gotta get it, we ain't got a moment to waste
I got a six-pack of long pens
On the desk real nice
Ohhh you always write great
makes me want to do more
that pen will be mine for sure

It's a red-neckin' poem write'n night
You ain't done much til you have written in the moonlight
You feel it most when you get real close and you hold on tight
It's a red-neckin' poem write'n night
It's a red-neckin' poem write'n night

Stars in your eyes, pen in your hand
Oh, what a down home pen duel
When you go out squawking
I know what I'm talkin' about
Listen to the words I say
How they sing
Just like me, they'll singe ur butt
We know who will win
When the nights get hot down south

It's a red-neckin' poem write'n night
You ain't done much til you have written in the moonlight
You feel it most when you get real close and you hold on tight
It's a red-neckin' poem write'n night
It's a red-neckin' poem write'n night

It's a red-neckin' poem write'n night
You ain't done much til you have written in the moonlight
You feel it most when you get real close and you hold on tight
It's a red-neckin' poem write'n night
It's a red-neckin' poem write'n night


Well Buzzard
Here we stand
with our trusty pens
ready in hand



To zig and zag
across the page they burn
the words will fly
and our muse will churn



I can feel the sleek
writing stick
that will get me the gold
because I'm so slick



Ya gotta git up pretty dang early
to beat this Southern Bell
only you can tell the story
of how from grace you fell



I'll do the boot scooting buggie
with Gold Pen in hand back down South
for I'm known quite well
for my Sweet Southern Mouth.



Well my Sweet Buzzard
It s your turn to try once again
but my friend don't try to hard
I hate to see wasted strain

Original by
Mouth of the South
aka
Donna DeLong Matthews
June 2009




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