COUNTRY LIFE
When the "bits below the belt"
make their prescence sorely felt
and a guy's just got to do what he has "gotta"
But the girls around the town,
all just keep on turning him down,
but the hormones just keep making him feel hotter.
So he goes down to the dance,
and he thinks he's got a chance,
as he spies the lonely girl there with the freckles.
So he downs a glass of bitter,
and he heads towards the "sitter"
amidst the jeers from all his mates and all the heckles.
But she dances really well,
and below he feels the swell,
so he pulls her closer to him and they sway.
In their eyes they see no other,
not his mates and not her brother,
and they dance until the light of the new day.
That was forty years ago,
and nothing changes, don't ya know,
and now the kids have all grown up and "left the nest."
And he looks into her eyes,
and again he deeply sighs,
and he says to her again "You are the BEST"
They have seen the bitter drought,
and the flooding all about.
They've survived them all with just their love and care.
But now the kids have left the farm,
and the place has lost it's charm,
so they wonder what it is that keeps them there.
Is it digging up the dirt,
is it all the pain and hurt,
is it time to leave and sell the things they own?
But their resolution stays,
and they remember all the days,
and they wonder over all the things they'd grown.
They've seen the corn grow high,
and they've seen tomatoes die,
and they've watched as strawberrys coloured up quite red.
They grew carrotts, beans and chives,
collected honey from bee hives.
Hell, ya wouldn't leave this farm until yer dead.
But the years had left them broken,
with a nod, no word was spoken,
they decided to sell up and move to town.
Now that good soil's all built over,
brick townhouses, lawns of clover,
It's no wonder that it gets a person "down."
But in their twilight days,
though their memories were a haze,
they reminisced on all the things that they had felt.
They thought back on forty years,
raised their glasses and gave cheers,
to those woundrous things, "the bits below the belt"
Copyright 2003 OZIWATCH
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