Thursday, February 26, 2009

love burns

you can blame the whores
or booze, or cold nights, or just
blame o'leary's cow

1 comment:

dnr said...

Out in the barnyard, the chickens drew their number,
Out in the barnyard, the cook is chopping lumber

Jump in the pigpen, next time I'll take my shoes off
Hit the dirt doing two-and-a-half, next time I'll leave my hat on...