© By Grady L. Duncan
Any old kuntry boy knows,
pardner, yo're plum out of luck,
If you ain't got these three things,
a woman, a tractor, and a truck..
Without them yo're hurt'n,
and are known as tha county jerk,
for if you haven't got them,
who's gonn'a to do tha work?
At least that's why I have them.
My Mama didn't raise no fool.
She taught me about survival,
You don't learn that in school.
A woman can do tha housework,
and birth ya a few more hands.
A tractor can mow tha fields,
and break and plow tha land.
Now, that truck, it comes in handy,
like two pockets in a shirt.
Shucks, without it ya can't go nowhur,
nor haul them thair kids to work.
Ya gotta have a dog beside ya,
its ears flopping in tha breeze.
When you spit your snuff out the window,
tha kids in tha back holler, "Pa-LEASE!!!"
Tha wife, she rides tha tailgate,
dangling her legs and wearing a smile.
With all those lavish comforts,
Shucks man, we're right in style.
Them city folk gets jellus,
They wish they had such luck,
To have a woman and those kids,
and drive my old pick-up truck.
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