Buttermilk Boy

<br>She pays no mind to methods you employ<br>She wants a big city man, not a country boy<br>Go get your long hair cut<br>Scrape the mood off your boots<br>Wash the hell behind those eyes<br>Buy yourself some tailored suits<br>Buttermilk Boy better gain some pounds<br>Before she lets her knickers down<br>She wants a musclely man all gristle and bone<br>Makes no difference how you strive<br>She couldn`t care if you`re dead or alive<br>A burly, beefy, strong arm man<br>Is all she cares to meet<br>Before you ever heard the word guitar<br>Your mother used to see her as a star<br>Yes, she spent her teens<br>In chauffeured limousines<br>And I heard tell you can`t get insured<br>For a clapped out `45 drop head Ford<br>Buttermilk Boy better gain some pounds<br>Before she lets her knickers down<br>She wants a musclely man all gristle and bone<br>She`ll tear you down like a steer comin` through<br>Like I said she ain`t no use to you<br>A lumpy hairy mundaine brain<br>Is all she cares to make<br>So let me put you straight<br>Marry farm-yard Kate<br>She weights two hundred pounds it`s said<br>But she`ll keep you warm in bed<br>Buttermilk Boy better gain some pounds<br>Before she lets her knickers down<br>She wants a musclely man all gristle and bone<br>So you think you know where it`s about<br>But she will suck you in and then she`ll blow you out<br>Yes, Kate will keep you satisfied<br>Until your dying day<br>In chauffeured limousines