Flinty Kind Of Woman Lyrics - Dar Williams

It's a small town life and I like it 

'Cause the bad don't get in your way 

There's an angry god, they're gonna strike it 

Yeah that's what we pay him for, that's why we pray 

Well I guess the angry God he was a-fishing 

When Molly called me up with the news 

Within the space of a week yeah, a pervert or a sex freak 

Let the kids take a peek, that's more than a little cheek 

No pun intended, ay-yi-yipee-yipee-yi-yi-ay 

Going east of Mississippi got a flinty kind of woman 

And you don't act smart and you don't touch my children 

If the young man wants to see the sun go down 

Well there was no time fooling with the trifles 

So there was no use in telling the men 

They would just go running for their rifles 

And then once you got him couldn't get him again 

So peg got a bolt of fishing tackle 

And Marge got her gardening clips 

And Sally Labiche put her hound on a leash 

And the timer on the quiche, she's kind of nouveau riche 

But we like her, ay-yi-yipee-yipee-yi-yi-ay 

Going east of Mississippi got a flinty kind of woman 

And you don't act fresh and you don't touch my children 

If the young man wants to see the sun go down 

It was the kids who spotted him a running 

As we drove through the harbor fog 

And that's when we got our engines gunning 

'Cause we knew he was headed for the cranberry bog 

We got our hip-high rubber boots strapped on 

And molly got the big flashlights out 

And by the welcome to new England sign 

Got him with the fishing line in the dark smell of brine 

Betty said this one is mine 

She is ruthless, ay-yi-yipee-yipee-yi-yi-ay 

Going east of Mississippi got a flinty kind of woman 

And you just say no and you don't touch my children 

If the young man wants to see the sun go down 

Well we didn't have to drag him and a-jail him 

'Cause you don't have to take it so far 

When your roots go back to old Salem 

And you've got a local chapter of the Dar 

And now I don't go tooting on my lobsters 

'Cause your pride doesn't go with your plaid 

But it's a victory won and it couldn't be done 

By the hippy-dippy flaky-shaky fun-in-the-sun 

Braless wonders, ay-yi-yipee-yipee-yi-yi-ay 

Going east of Mississippi got a flinty kind of woman 

And you know your place and you don't touch my children 

If the young man wants to see the sun go down 

If the young man wants to see the sun go down