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Texas Boys
Come along, girls, and listen to my noise,
Don't go a-courting of the Texas boys,
If you do, your fortune it'll be
Nothing in the cupboard and a baby on your knee.
When they come a-courting they bring along a chair
Asking little questions like "Your daddy kill a bear?"
Sitting in the corner looking so polite
All their a-thinking of is "Wait until it's night".
The next thing they say when they set down
"Madam your johnny-cake is baking mighty brown"
When you lift the pan for to take it off the stove
That is when their hands begin to rove.
They take you out on jet black hill
They lay you there against your will
Love you on the mountain and leave you on the plains
That is the way with the tex-i-ans.
When they go to meeting, the cloths that they wear
Is a old gray coat all ragged and bare
A Stetson hat more rim than crown
A pair of dirty socks that will smell the year around.
When they come to marry you and take you into bed
There's boards for a mattress and shingles for your head
Banging every hour 'til your back is getting bust
Guess they worry that their pecker's going to rust.
When they're a-courting you they say they're in love,
Hugging and squeezing and calling "turtledove".
But after you're married, no such thing,
"Get up and get my breakfast, you good-for-nothing thing."
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