The half-ton'll be crowded with m’ family and N-laws.
Rid’n down the highway, all sit’n on bales of straw.
Headed fer the CHURCH! (Such root’n, toot’n fun!)
Clyde ‘n Nellie’ll be hitched, before the setting sun.
Pockets lined with pennies, saved in a pickle jar.
Packed a picnic lunch and Joe brang his guitar!
We’ll stop along the way, fer a Square Dance or 2
Kicking up our petticoats and yell’n “Howdy Do? ? ....”
....To all passer-bys, who are a-gawk’n and a-stare'n.
At the Wedding Dress, that Nellie’ll be wear’n!
On the day she marries...her handsome Mud Digger
And Grampa'll be grump'n, with his finger on the TRIGGER!
“'Darl’n, sweet darl’n! Why’s yer Grampa, so upset?
I’ve luv’ed yah since Thanks Give’n! The day we met!
We’ll live near a swamp, in a shack, built for THREE.
And ride an ALLi-gator... thru life, Fancy Free! ”'
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