pekoe

Because BAD cuntry songs should not be left, only, to wicked-old-men who live in the mountains of Virginia and drink too much whisky...I bring you this laughy-tacky song I just wrote(in under 10 minutes)

Im a southern gypsy queen
Named after Tennessee wine
to a man who drank beer
He pulled his roots up from the projects
his mattresses from the grass
then I planted mine firmly, back
in my love for lack of class

Give me

Ice Tea and cigarettes
sittin on the concrete porch
rockin on plastic chairs
that at the dollar store we bought
Ketch in wind of the neighbors
and their domestic disputes
With big hair and with big dreams
well rise closer to the tabloid truth

Im a southern gypsy queen
Named after Tennessee wine
to a woman who drank beer
She rescued herself from the poverty
with womans strength and modesty
then I wiggled on back, loud as can be
to live among those who live immodestly

So give me

Dogma and Delinquency
A blend so strong it carries frequency
Thats why we got so many failing hopes
held on Elvis sightings and UFOs
Gaudy make-up and trucks with balls
Lilly lace and overalls
Andy Griffith and mountain folks
with closets deeper

... than our pockets are full

Love, Pekoe