Her Virgin Tree

Samples grow not from this tree that bud there is my peach Though her flank is nice and new so full and smooth few find This daughter mine, pink centered sits, she wont concede too you Do you try bare backed out yonder, there with morning sun Out of sight, I sit out here with flighty sparrows tree it's shade I understand how you must think, my gun still works just fine Your mother knows your habits and the stains you try to hide Preacher man your daddy taught her well, too just like mine She climbs yon tree, from what I see and sweet she turns your eye So mosey back from whence you came, rock salt is all you'll get s.p.