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It's a small town life and I it
'Cause the bad get in your way
There's an angry god, gonna strike it
Yeah that's we pay him for, that's why we pray

I guess the angry God he was a-fishing
When Molly called me up with the
Within the space of a yeah, a pervert or a sex freak
Let the kids take a peek, more than a little cheek

No pun intended,
Going east of Mississippi got a flinty kind of
And you don't act smart and you don't touch my
If the young man to see the sun go down

Well there was no time fooling with the
So there was no use in the men
They would go running for their rifles
And then once you got him get him again

So peg got a bolt of tackle
And Marge got her gardening
And Sally put her hound on a leash
And the timer on the quiche, kind of nouveau riche

But we like her,
east of Mississippi got a flinty kind of woman
And you don't act and you don't touch my children
If the young man wants to see the sun go

It was the kids who him a running
As we drove through the fog
And that's when we got our gunning
'Cause we knew he was headed for the bog

We got our hip-high rubber boots on
And molly got the big out
And by the welcome to new sign
Got him with the fishing line in the dark smell of
Betty this one is mine

She is ruthless,
Going east of Mississippi got a flinty kind of
And you just say no and you don't touch my
If the man wants to see the sun go down

Well we have to drag him and a-jail him
'Cause you don't have to it so far
When your go back to old Salem
And you've got a local of the Dar

And now I don't go on my lobsters
'Cause your doesn't go with your plaid
But it's a victory won and it couldn't be
By the hippy-dippy flaky-shaky

wonders, ay-yi-yipee-yipee-yi-yi-ay
Going east of Mississippi got a flinty of woman
And you know your place and you don't my children
If the young man to see the sun go down
If the young man to see the sun go down