Mercedes Benz

Now up that track behind the house about 10 paces toward that bean patch and up the hill, walking until I reached that spot where Aunt Passel got stung by that bee, you remember that? That poor woman swelled up bigger than a fattened hog, anyway I turned left at that spot and walked on up that chestnut tree that's up yonder and I stopped at that tree and turned three times and headed in the direction I landed. Up that direction you climb up past the tip of that hill. Now you can peek over that cliff but you don't have to. I just turned and faced the opposite direction and there sitting in an old knothole was the full version of Mercedes Benz. New Style that is....
oh lord won't you buy me a car that'll run, my friends all drive lemons, i need a big gun, worked hard all my lifetime, and money i have none, so lord won't you buy me a car that'll run

oh lord won't you buy me a - - of -, a bushel of red bud is trying to find me, i wait for deliver each day until three, oh lord won't you buy me a - - of -.

oh lord won't you buy me a gallon of jack, i'm counting on you lord to listen to me yack. prove that you love me and hold my hair back, oh lord won't you buy me a gallon of jack

oh lord won't you buy me a night on the town. i'm counting on you lord, please don't let me down. prove that you love me and buy the next round. oh lord won't you buy me a night on the town

everybody

oh lord won't you buy me a car that'll run. my friends all drive lemons, i need a big gun. worked hard all my lifetime and money i have none. oh lord won't you buy me a car that'll run. thats it...

lady luck

there are unmentionables jutting out from under my skirt
jagged hip bones and worn out sockets
stripping down and sticking to the teflon
i’m surprised to see me still standing there
the kitchen has gone cold and the bacon is turning
times like these are sometimes like these that slip
a petticoat flipping off an apron and strings
i want to have control and eat it too
going to vote home the pork and the barrel
lawful props to litter the house floor
spunky little woman nipping at the heels
tripping on the hurdled track for a rabbit
girdled and stuck in the middle
till the fat lady sings

~lill