Sidewinder

The dirt farmer's wife is hanging Her laundry on the line She's wasting her life But other than that She's doing fine The gut wagon rolls Trailing a cloud of flies along Holding her nose she's trying to hear The buzzard's song Sidewinder spoiled my shot At my precious forget-me-not It's a red letter day And we've all confessed To petty crimes What can she say That hasn't been said a hundred times The dirt farmer swears His fruit is as fresh as the early spring What does he care that she's Finding worms in everything Sidewinder spoiled my shot At my precious forget-me-not Claimjumper stole my spot Next to me precious forget-me-not The weed garden grows Just outside the kitchen door The dirt farmer knows It won't be in bloom Like it was before Sidewinder spoiled my shot At my precious forget-me-not Claim jumper stole my spot Next to me precious forget-me-not