Down over the window<br />Comes the dazzling sunlit rays<br />Through the back alleys—through the blinds<br />Another one of them endless days<br /><br />Honey bees are buzzin’<br />Leaves begin to stir<br />I’m in love with my second cousin<br />I tell myself I could be happy forever with her<br /><br />I keep listenin’ for footsteps<br />But I ain’t hearing any<br />From the boat I fish for bullheads<br />I catch a lot, sometimes too many<br /><br />A summer breeze is blowing<br />A squall is settin’ in<br />Sometimes it’s just plain stupid<br />To get into any kind of wind<br /><br />The old men ’round here, sometimes they get<br />On bad terms with the younger men<br />But old, young, age don’t carry weight<br />It doesn’t matter in the end<br /><br />One of the boss’ hangers-on<br />Comes to call at times you least expect<br />Try to bully ya—strong-arm you—inspire you with fear<br />It has the opposite effect<br /><br />There’s a new grove of trees on the outskirts of town<br />The old one is long gone<br />Timber two-foot-six across<br />Burns with the bark still on<br /><br />They say times are hard, if you don’t believe it<br />You can just follow your nose<br />It don’t bother me—times are hard everywhere<br />We’ll just have to see how it goes<br /><br />My old man, he’s like some feudal lord<br />Got more lives than a cat<br />Never seen him quarrel with my mother even once<br />Things come alive or they fall flat<br /><br />You can smell the pinewood burnin’<br />You can hear the school bell ring<br />Gotta get up near the teacher if you can<br />If you wanna learn anything<br /><br />Romeo, he said to Juliet, “You got a poor complexion<br />It doesn’t give your appearance a very youthful touch!”<br />Juliet said back to Romeo, “Why don’t you just shove off<br />If it bothers you so much”<br /><br />They all got out of here any way they could<br />The cold rain can give you the shivers<br />They went down the Ohio, the Cumberland, the Tennessee<br />All the rest of them rebel rivers<br /><br />If you ever try to interfere with me or cross my path again<br />You do so at the peril of your own life<br />I’m not quite as cool or forgiving as I sound<br />I’ve seen enough heartaches and strife<br /><br />My grandfather was a duck trapper<br />He could do it with just dragnets and ropes<br />My grandmother could sew new dresses out of old cloth<br />I don’t know if they had any dreams or hopes<br /><br />I had ’em once though, I suppose, to go along<br />With all the ring-dancin’ Christmas carols on all of the Christmas eves<br />I left all my dreams and hopes<br />Buried under tobacco leaves<br /><br />It’s not always easy kicking someone out<br />Gotta wait a while—it can be an unpleasant task<br />Sometimes somebody wants you to give something up<br />And tears or not, it’s too much to ask
