Slim Cessna's Auto Club - This Is How We Do Things In The Country lyrics

The first and last time I met her, we was children seven years by She held my hand so softly, she was perfectly shy My family went to wander, six years in foreign lands I returned on last evenin', to take her by my hand Long about break of morn, I met with my girl She looked at me with crossed eyes so I sent her from this world I cracked her with my shovel, she bent my shovel's blade She still had them crossed eyes as I dug her crooked grave This is how it's always been, This is how we do things in the country Long the nexted mornin' the rains they came down Washed away that crooked grave washed her straight into town She nudged 'ginst Judge Henry she looked at him with co*k eyes Judge Henry he's as thick as the best built dam but even he knew she'd pa**ed on by Long late that evenin', I sought her kin folk out I asked to sing at her funeral, they said "Son, we'd be proud" My song it began to bend and break, as her box went in the ground They dug her a brand new hole, with walls true up and down This is how it's always been, This is how we do things in the country Late in the dark time, I went creepin round the town Entered every pine board shed, all their tools I did found Put them in my vice grip, turned 'em to the left and right Returned them to their tool sheds, straightened out this town with might Now when they hoe a garden, it angles to the northeast When they raise a new building, it leans askew and Lord does it creak Now when they shape a new tool, from the ones I made unstraight Every which way things be crossin' up, these crooked graves will be their fate. This is how it's always been, This is how we do things in the country