Maybe he's in Texas, maybe this town. Maybe Oklahoma plowin' up some ground. Southern Carolina, somewhere on the coast. Maybe Alabama drivin' through Montgomery.
Mama planned it all. Said it's pretty in the Fall. And the flowers would be. Rosies and daisies. And she prayed nobody saw. The weight that I put on. The bride shouldn't be.
Somebody had to set a bad example. Teach all the prim and propers what not to do. Nobody around here wants to ramble. What the hell, that's what I was born to do.