The good Lord willin’ and the creeks don’t rise
I’ll drown myself in your baby blue eyes
Blind in one eye; can’t see out the other
You’ve never listened to other folk’s lies
It is decreed
You’re who I need
Clinging together tight as bark on a tree
Embrace me, darling, do say you love me
Grin like a possum eating persimmons
Or a polecat caught in a willow tree
Let folks believe
We’ve done the deed
Scrape the moss off my fangs, my heart is yours
As we scramble in the bushes outdoors
Don’t have a toothpick inside my wallet
I’ll be your rowboat if you’ll be my oars.
Poor in riches
Diggin’ ditches
The good Lord’s kindlin’ the fire in our eyes
Let your heart see past my ugly disguise
My spirit’s golden, my love genuine
Marry me, honey, shoo away the flies
Golden delight
Be mine tonight.