Summer Hayride

Rustlin‘ under the haystack Playing a game of blackjack Keeping our wits about us Although it’s all hilarious Giggling with a shot of moonshine Hiding it in my knapsack Heard about a party function down at Petticoat Junction. Playing a ritualistic heave and ho for the old folks riding horseback. The Rockabilly starts the motion for a tincture and a potion. Lackadaisically dreamily mystified Wiping the sleep from my eyes Ready to make an assumption to joyfully playfully intertwine! Keeping an optimistic atmosphere with our hope to magically reappear amidst the plain and glorious lost in a state so crazily oblivious. Rolling out the barrel and the carpet The hustler proceeded to charm the harlot. Kickin’ out the jams with you Cookin’ up some yams and stew Drinkin’ up that phantom brew Get that wagon ready to move Feelin’ so alive Speakin’ no jive Get the beehive Out of my hair Gimme a chance Do a square dance Got my new pants Ready to wear Liftin’ up the bales of hay Put ‘em on the wagon train Blue grass music we will play to keep away the pourin’ rain. Feelin’ so fine Drinkin’ good wine Make it dandelion or nothing at all. Hope we get drunk Show me your spunk Give me your funk And we’ll have a ball When we roll it right up Your urge to strut Will be hotter than the primal fire I’ll be sayin’ please be my buttercup If you say no we’ll dosey-do till you feel an overcoming desire. Then you’ll be happy I got you so stirred up. Every time we’ll meet will be playtime and be as natural as a country breeze. I’ll take on a summer hayride and you’ll forget your miseries. So kick up your feet and enjoy your booze as the moon begins to rise. We came up with a big surprise So off on our summer hay ride It is all open for us to choose when and where we will arrive. These pleasures await our taking with a mild and soothing blues. .