Classic Poem

So many wagons
they have cut that good road down
I said so many wagons
have cut that good road down
And the girl I love
her mama don't want me around

Baby I can't drink whiskey
but I'm a fool about my home-made wine
Baby I can't drink whiskey
but I'm a fool about my home-made wine
Ain't no sense in leaving Dallas
they makes it there all the time

These here women want these men
to act like some ox from dawn
I say these women want these men
to act like some ox from dawn
Grab a pick and shovel
and roll from sun to sun

I got a girl for Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday too
I got a girl for Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday too
I'm gonna sweeten up on a Saturday
what are the women through the week going to do

Don't look for me on Sunday
I want to take baby to Sunday School
Don't look for me on Sunday
I want to take baby to Sunday School
She's a fine looking fair brown
but she ain't never learned Lemon's rule