Banjo Pickin' Tobacco Spittin' Gal

Well she smells real good, like a TV dinner And she's always polite like you just met her She don't believe in Jesus, says she knows better She's my banjo pickin', tobacco spittin' gal Well she gets high on apple pie And she'll brew up shine that'll make ya whine She's a renaissance woman with a nasty lip My banjo pickin' tobacco spittin' gal She rips the five with a lip full of dip She'll pick it so fine, she'll have you shaking your hips She don't give a damn and she never will She grows her own tobacco way up on the hill Now if you see her coming don't be alarmed It's hard to resist such a natural charm She's big and strong and stands up straight She's my banjo pickin' tobacco spittin' gal And she sings too, hell she loves to sing Ya oughta see it yourself, it's no everyday thing How all that dip don't get in the way, it don't fly out her mouth Well I wish I could say But lord knows it's a sight to see How does she sing so in tune with so few teeth Well we call that a scientific anomaly She's my banjo pickin' tobacco spittin' gal She rips the five with a lip full of dip She'll pick it so fine, she'll have you shaking your hips She don't give a damn and she never will She grows her own tobacco way up on the hill And she loves me good, hell she loves me ragged Won't say too much, don't want to sound like I'm bragging I'll just leave it at that, that's my story about My banjo picking tobacco spitting gal