Dar Williams - Flinty Kind Of Woman Lyrics
It's a small town life and I like it'Cause the bad don't get in your wayThere's an angry God gonna strike itYeah, that's what we pay him for, that's why we prayWell I guess the angry God he was a-fishingWhen Molly called me up with the newsWithin the space of a weekYeah, a pervert or a sex freakLet the kids take a peekThat's more than a little cheekNo pun intendedAy-yi-yipee-yipee-yi-yi-ayGoing east of Mississippi got a flinty kind of womanAnd you don't act smart and you don't touch my childrenIf the young man wants to see the sun go downWell there was no time fooling with the triflesSo there was no use in telling the menThey would just go running for their riflesAnd then once you got him couldn't get him againSo Peg got a bolt of fishing tackleAnd Marge got her gardening clipsAnd Sally LaBiche put her hound on a leashAnd the timer on the quiche, she's kind of nouveau richeBut we like herAy-yi-yipee-yipee-yi-yi-ayGoing east of Mississippi got a flinty kind of womanAnd you don't act fresh and you don't touch my childrenIf the young man wants to see the sun go downIt was the kids who spotted him a runningAs we drove through the harbor fogAnd that's when we got our engines gunning'Cause we knew he was headed for the cranberry bogWe got our hip-high rubber boots strapped onAnd Molly got the big flashlights outAnd by the "Welcome to New England" signGot him with the fishing lineIn the dark smell of brineBetty said "This one is mine."She is ruthlessAy-yi-yipee-yipee-yi-yi-ayGoing east of Mississippi got a flinty kind of womanAnd you just say no and you don't touch my childrenIf the young man wants to see the sun go downWell we didn't have to drag him and a-jail him'Cause you don't have to take it so farWhen your roots go back to Old SalemAnd you've got a local chapter of the DARNow I don't go tooting on my lobsters'Cause your pride doesn't go with your plaidBut it's a victory won and it couldn't be doneBy the hippy-dippy flaky-shaky fun-in-the-sunBraless wondersAy-yi-yipee-yipee-yi-yi-ayGoing east of Mississippi got a flinty kind of womanAnd you know your place and you don't touch my childrenIf the young man wants to see the sun go downIf the young man wants to see the sun go down
