Tennessee Border #2

Here eyes was red, her name was Helen* Her head looked like a water-melon Her hair was long, she had a Toni Her neck looked like a roll of bal-loney. Her teeth stuck out so fer, she didn't have much sense She could gnaw an ear of corn right thru' a picket fence Our marriage license cost a quarter On the TENNESSEE BORDER. One night I took her out to see what we could see Just then I saw her husband, and he stood six-foot three He had brass knuckles - all made to order Now my teeth are scattered on the TENNESSEE BORDER. Her was red, her name was Hann-er Her nose looked like a big banan-er She weighs so much he had some trouble He thought that he was seein' double. He put his arm around her and he tried to hug her But he couldn't get close enough 'Cause she had too much blubber She was too fat, he couldn't court her Now she wears a girdle 'round her TENNESSEE BORDER. One night I took her out just across the line She stubbed her toe and fell in a barrel of turpen-tine "Young man", (Huh?), "young man", (Huh!), "Where is my daughter?" "Well, the last time I see'd her She was tearin' across the TENNESSEE BORDER."