I was out choppin’ cotton and my brother was balin’ hay…
What the hell were you doing chopping cotton and baling hay in JUNE? You do that at harvest time!
For that matter, what the hell’s the matter with your father? There’s five more acres in the lower forty for him to plow? In June?? He hasn’t gotten that lower forty planted yet?
Damn, girl! Your family can’t farm for shit!
One reason papa’s taking so long to plow the lower 40 is because he keeps coming back to the house for supper. Mama’s supposed to bring a bucket of chicken and biscuits out to where he’s plowing so he only has to stop long enough to eat and let the mule get water.
And she shouldn’t be wasting his time jabbering on about some kid who papa clearly knows never had a lick of sense anyway.
But hey, it’s Carroll County. Nobody has a lick of sense. It was bad enough that Walter Browning tried to hide his wedding band in a matchbox only to have his son find it in the wreckage - then the fool boy has to go and write a song about it.
Wait, I thought the third of June was when I became a man at the hands of a girl nearly twice my age. I must be in the wrong song!
Nice.
Of course, the third of September is another day you might just as well spend in bed, if you don’t want a face full of bad news…
Actually, you cut hay twice. The second time around the end of August or early September.
Have you all listened to Bobbie Gentry’s album? Ode to Billy Joe was hoakie, granted, but some of the other cuts are great.
An Angel Died is almost as trippy as A Whiter Shade of Pale.
Hurry Tuesday Child is poigant. I don’t know that much about Porgy and Bess etc. but sounds like something worthy of a musical like that.
She’s a 2nd alto so can hit notes like Toni Baxter. Check them out if you can. Especially Hurry Tuesday Child. 