Sidewinder

The dirt farmer’s wife is hanging
Her laundry on the line
She’s wasting her life
But other than that

She’s doing fine
The gut wagon rolls
Trailing a cloud of flies along
Holding her nose she’s trying to hear

The buzzard’s song
Sidewinder spoiled my shot
At my precious forget-me-not
It’s a red letter day

And we’ve all confessed
To petty crimes
What can she say
That hasn’t been said a hundred times

The dirt farmer swears
His fruit is as fresh as the early spring
What does he care that she’s
Finding worms in everything

Sidewinder spoiled my shot
At my precious forget-me-not
Claimjumper stole my spot
Next to me precious forget-me-not

The weed garden grows
Just outside the kitchen door
The dirt farmer knows
It won’t be in bloom

Like it was before
Sidewinder spoiled my shot
At my precious forget-me-not
Claim jumper stole my spot

Next to me precious forget-me-not