Testo Sidewinder

Sidewinderthe dirt farmer?s wife is hanging her laundry on the lineshe?s wasting her life but other than that she?s doing finethe gut wagon rolls trailing a cloud of flies alongholding her nose she?s trying to hear the buzzard?s songsidewinder spoiled my shot at my precious forget-me-notit?s a red letter day and we?ve all confessed to petty crimeswhat can she say that hasn?t been said a hundred timesthe dirt farmer swears his fruit is as fresh as the early springwhat does he care that she?s finding worms in everythingsidewinder spoiled my shot at my precious forget-me-notclaimjumper stole my spot next to me precious forget-me-notthe weed garden grows just outside the kitchen doorthe dirt farmer knows it won?t be in bloom like it was beforesidewinder spoiled my shot at my precious forget-me-notclaimjumper stole my spot next to me precious forget-me-not