Whatever You Say Dear-It's Hillbilly Love

When I see you in the broad daylight Your long,ratty beard gives me a fright You keep critters in there just for play They won't hurt a thing,you always say Whatever you say dear,your shotgun's sawed Pointed at a young feller whose plan is flawed He played fast and loose,now baby makes three Whatever you do dear,don't miss and shoot me! Whatever you say dear, that moonshine will wait The revenue man's headed for the front gate There's biscuits and pinto beans cooked on the fire But first dear would you go make me a swing tire? Whatever you say dear,need a hickory switch To whip some young-uns when I know which is which Whatever you say dear it's a hard life Ain't all it's cracked up to-bein' your wife! ** for contest"Whatever You Say Dear" **sponsored by Francine Roberts