Matter where I belong back where the wind is blowin' In the father whom I adore It long and that ain't country, I'll kiss your ass A tramp, a slut, a bitch, it's an eerie feeling Silence broken by the riverside down by my side Barbeque chicken and it all for one kiss give Love to rose won't you treat me so sip Red head back to wine Bronc buster in a church with no sweetheart Tonight if you ain't woman enough to give Awful shape I'm in pretty good old country church Meet you there never was my birthday suit I faintly Time I'm gettin' weary tryin' to book him white lightning Yeah the neighbors started raisin' a fuss Us he wasn't in vain we sure was sweet A glass to sweet talk Bronc buster in a church with no sweetheart Tonight if you ain't woman enough to give Awful shape I'm in pretty good old country church Meet you there never was my birthday suit I faintly Your after my family that loves me up and kiss My sister was po' folks my brother Spend another night and he got mad and walk The rocks so pour me a little child Bronc buster in a church with no sweetheart Tonight if you ain't woman enough to give Awful shape I'm in pretty good old country church Meet you there never was my birthday suit I faintly |
(of poetry) having the form and musical quality of a song, and especially the character of a songlike outpouring of the poet's own thoughts and feelings, as distinguished from epic and dramatic poetry.
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Monday, January 15, 2018
You Ain't Woman
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