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Someone stole my truck
And now my woman won't start.
Or maybe I got that backwards
'Cause life has broke my heart.
She left me for a realtor
Who drives a Mercedes Benz
'Cause he's got piles of money
And lots of connected friends.
But me and our dog Cujo
We miss her like the dickens.
We're feeling like Kentucky Fried,
Served up without the chickens.
I'm sittin' here in the cornfield
With my banjo under my arm
And I ain't one to bellyache
But I'm thinkin' of buyin' the farm.
No, I ain't one to bellyache
But I'm thinkin' of buyin' the farm.
(Giddang giddang twang twang.)
© 2024 by Sadie Belle McCool (my songwriting pseudonym)