The Town Gossip

Come on ovah heah and letz chew the fat fer awhile

Ah got some pecan pie ‘n sweet tea

We’ll get to the gud stuff dreckly jes plop yoself down

Ah ain’t seen ya in a coon’s age, hun!

Mama wuz tellin’me all ‘bout that Charlene hussy

Buttah sho doan melt in her mouth

Married some yankee from up in Bawston doan ya no?

Ain't one dum enuff in the south

Oh doan git me wrong ah doan mean tah bad mouth her so

Bless her heart she is so homely

But, dang, can’t she fine a farmah with a lotta land

And make him her one and only?

Doan git me stahted on that mess with the Cahlton boys

Ah got the heebie jeebies now!

They both been rode hard and put away wet ah’mthinkin’

Aint gotta bitta sense no how!

Oh did ah tell ya ‘bout whut Miz Clara did jest lastweek?

Bless her heart ah guess she duz try

But, she sho ain’t the brahtest bulb on the Chrismus tree

She fell and skint her knee and cried

Heah’s dat pecan pie ah dun promised to ya, yontney?

Ah hate tah brag but it’s sho gud!

Dat Billy Joe Johnson sho needs killin’ now, doan he?

Pass me yo plate, hun.. if ya wud!

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