I was raised by pioneer women,
threw me in a creek just to get me swimmin' over the plains in a nash with am roof rack find a new life in the land of the big mac
I got religion from the farmer in the dell he talked a whole lot more about heaven than hell went fishin' with a bible and worms in a can he was a bang 'em on the head and throw 'em in the pan man
I bet your family tree had some fine roots but over the years had some nuts and fruits they ran a few cattle, grew a little corn before you and your sister were born
We paid the rent, often as we could we had a cute little fireplace but no firewood music was cheap and the ocean was free we were ahead of our time we were bad as we wanted to be
I met your mother in the middle of a bomb scare she was the quintessential devil may care wild as a bug but she could do no wrong and every day was saturday 'til you and your sister came along
We had a fish in a bowl we had a kitten and a pup something was missin' till you showed up bell bottoms and beads was what was being worn before you and your sister were born
