Cracklin’ Rose

There was a lady named Cracklin’ Rose Who always was on call She was sort of a ‘stand in’ Neither too short or too tall She was very dependable at all times So the Indians’ knew she was there No doubt that he would never Ever make the decision to share Saturday night at sunset he knew Cracklin’ Rose he could depend She wasn’t all that expensive Not a lot of money he had to spend She’d put him off in la la land He could count on that for sure But boy, the next morning A violent headache he had to endure ‘Cause Cracklin’ Rose was a bottle of booze And would be his date for the night There weren’t enough ‘gals to go around So this, my friend was his plight!