Yo’ mama don’t dance
(and yo’ daddy don’t
rock and roll)
And all the towns that you walk through
And all the people that you talk to
Sing you their songs.
And there are times you change your stride,
There are times you can’t decide
Still you go on.
I came in as the sun came up.
She glared at me over her coffee cup.
She said, “Where you been?”
So I thoguht real hard and said,
“I fell asleep in that hammock in the yard…
I was cuttin a rug at a place call the jug with a girl named Linda Lou, when in walked a man wth a gun in his hand and he was lookin for you know who. 8)