Gee, it’s only 2:43 p.m. eastern time, and it seems a year has come ‘n’ gone since we heard the news 'bout Billy Joe!
Brother married Becky Thompson - did ya hear?
Yeah, but we don’t see them much since they bought that store in Tupelo. Funny thing is, we don’t know what kind of a store it is. And they’re not sayin’. We think it might be one of those head shops we hear about.
You pick the flowers and instead of putting them on your Papa’s grave or giving them to your poor devasted Mama, you throw them into the River.
Why kind of a horrible, ingrateful selfish brat are you?
Don’t you judge me. Papa died last spring and now mama doesn’t seem to wanna do much of anything, Billy Joe is dead, Brother Taylor turned out to be a sissyboy, and I’m supposed to tend graves now? Fuck it, I’m going to move to town and marry that nice Rev. Harry Powell.
jali<------- playing violin. (or whatever instrument that is that makes that mournful sound at the end of the song.)
You made me laugh out loud! 
Then my work here is done. Will you be my bridesmaid? Harry says he’s going to come into some money soon.