Spittin’ Distance

My best girl lives just over yonder.

You can see her front porch from here,
where we drink our lemonade and her
Daddy drinks his one beer.

Gonna marry that girl, if
she’ll have me, under that
cottonwood tree over there,

’soon as we turn 16,
maybe a little more,
which gives
me ten years or so
to figger out
how to ask her.




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3 Responses to Spittin’ Distance

  1. Shawna says:

    You just melted me into a ball of mush.

    Yes! YES! A thousand times, yes!!!

  2. Shawna says:

    This reminds me of some of my favorite back-in-the-day country songs, from when I still believed in love and romance. 😉

    Man, I used to love singing those.

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