Crop Comes In
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Sweet Marie, I can hardly wait:
there's gas in the tank, tonight's our fate.
Let us not part sore, by the porch's light;
Let's go out together, into the night.
She said, her friend Peter had a steady wage;
Home for two, his number's almost(?) paid.
but I felt throughout, that's then she spoke;
And the words as she started, I thought a joke:
And she said: Come see me when the crop comes in;
(When the water's high, I can't afford to spend...)
I'm high on the cotton, and my dress is fine;
(But I'd spend it all, if you could be mine...)
I'm not the kinda woman that's bound to lose,
so don't come around with your poor boy blues.
She was sore from the moment she picked up,
a plastic fork and a paper cup.
but she laughed at my jokes,
she sure just could smile.
And something cheap as my love,
sure should last awhile.
And she said: Come see me when the crop comes in;
(When the water's high, I can't afford to spend...)
I'm high on the cotton, and my dress is fine;
(But I'd spend it all, if you could be mine...)
I'm not the kinda woman that's bound to lose,
so don't come around with your poor boy blues.
Does a diamond really talk that loud?
Does just love not make you proud?
When you got more than you can use;
Don't bore me with your rich girl blues.
Sweet Marie, I could hardly wait:
back when I thought that you were my fate.
But a diamond told you to walk that aisle;
even though that could've been – should've been – my style.
And she said: Come see me when the crop comes in;
(When the water's high, I can't afford to spend...)
I'm high on the cotton, and my dress is fine;
(But I'd spend it all, if you could be my...)
My-y-y Bride!
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