well
i’m from the midwest
i know enough to cut a path
around a wood chipper
and be careful
of any conversation
a man starts by callin’ you skipper
’cause there ain’t no ocean ’round here
though a lotta little lakes where you could disappear
i wonder what the fish are bitin’ on today
jimmy
she told me not
to follow her down here
said he was crazy about her
i guess i didn’t know
what that meant
just knew i couldn’t do without her
then i seen ’em through the window sash
he had a forty four pistol and a bag of cash
and she was foldin’ some kinda pretty note paper into her breast pocket
what some people won’t do
to break up a happy home
what some people won’t do
to break up a happy home
well
i got the picture
a temporary love shack
in the middle of no place
they were plannin’
on usin’ that cash
to get away bold-faced
now how long did they think they could stay
the troopers and the marshall’s surely on their way
i ran through the yard and i banged my knee on his wood chipper
i was screamin’ like a baby
she appeared at the window
he opened the door
and when i looked up
he said skipper what’re you doin’ here for” one bullet to the head before i hit the ground i was dead i guess i’m tellin’ you this before you go fishin’ now jimmy what some people won’t do break up a happy home what some people won’t do break up a happy home what some people won’t do to break up a happy home what some people won’t do to break up a happy home never found my body but they killed ’em in a shoot out five miles down the road they found that note paper in her breast pocket thought it was somethin’ written in code but it was part of a letter set i’d got her for christmas ten years ago i’d bet she used to just use the paper for her grocery list eggs hamburger meat bread funyuns orange drink toilet paper tidy bowl pickles little debbie snack cakes what some people won’t do break up a happy home what some people won’t do to break up a happy home what some people won’t do to break up a happy home what some people won’t do break up a happy home”
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