As a contrast to yesterday's post which displayed the emotive, heartstring-tugging powers of country music and Americana... here's the feistier side of the coin. Loretta Lynn, in all her savage "don't mess with me or my man" glory.
In these dark and depressing times, there's quite a few people I'd like to send to Fist City myself... starting with a few of the higher ups at my workplace. Maybe I'll send Loretta round to sort them out...
You've been makin' your brags around town
That you've been a lovin' my man
But the man I love
When he picks up trash
He puts it in a garbage can
And that's what you look like to me
And what I see's a pity
You better close your face and stay outta my way
If you don't wanna go to fist city!
You wouldn't take a broken pay packet home to Loretta!
ReplyDeleteBest thing I have heard all week. Feisty, indeed.
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