Guess I'll hear it till I die
This sad story started when
Freckled face and pigtails,
One day on the old set tee,
I popped the question low
But when we both got puckered up,
Unpucker, mama's at the door
Unpucker, or we can't court no more
If we let her see us puckered up like this
for she gives that knob a twist
I borrowed Papa's Model A
where I thought we could hide
Found a place to park the car
But when we both got puckered up
On Pucker, Mama's at the door
our weed can't court no more
She only wants to help us,
she thinks we're out of gas
she's peekin' through the glass
Now I'd have all her kisses
One day before I left for work,
But when we both got puckered up,
she whispered with a sigh.
We'll keep her dinner waiting,
Unpucker, and hit that cotton field.
