“Ode to Billy Joe” (Bobby Gentry)
It was the third of June, another sleepy, dusty Delta day
I was out choppin’ cotton and my brother was balin’ hay
And at dinner time we stopped and walked back to the house to eat
And Mama hollered out the back door “y’all remember to wipe your feet”
And then she said “I got some news this mornin’ from Choctaw Ridge”
“Today Billy Joe MacAllister jumped off the Tallahatchie Bridge”
And Papa said to Mama as he passed around the blackeyed peas
“Well, Billy Joe never had a lick of sense, pass the biscuits, please”
“There’s five more acres in the lower forty I’ve got to plow”
And Mama said it was shame about Billy Joe, anyhow
Seems like nothin’ ever comes to no good up on Choctaw Ridge
And now Billy Joe MacAllister’s jumped off the Tallahatchie Bridge
And Brother said he recollected when he and Tom and Billie Joe
Put a frog down my back at the Carroll County picture show
And wasn’t I talkin’ to him after church last Sunday night?
“I’ll have another piece of apple pie, you know it don’t seem right”
“I saw him at the sawmill yesterday on Choctaw Ridge”
“And now you tell me Billie Joe’s jumped off the Tallahatchie Bridge”
And Mama said to me “Child, what’s happened to your appetite?”
“I’ve been cookin’ all morning and you haven’t touched a single bite”
“That nice young preacher, Brother Taylor, dropped by today”
“Said he’d be pleased to have dinner on Sunday, oh, by the way”
“He said he saw a girl that looked a lot like you up on Choctaw Ridge”
“And she and Billy Joe was throwing somethin’ off the Tallahatchie Bridge”
A year has come ‘n’ gone since we heard the news ‘bout Billy Joe
And Brother married Becky Thompson, they bought a store in Tupelo
There was a virus going ‘round, Papa caught it and he died last Spring
And now Mama doesn’t seem to wanna do much of anything
And me, I spend a lot of time pickin’ flowers up on Choctaw Ridge
And drop them into the muddy water off the Tallahatchie Bridge
“The Pants” (Brad Paisley”
36, 32, boot cut with a skoal ring
Grease stains, bleach spots and a hole in the knee
You say the man inside those Levi’s don’t take orders
And she’ll just have to realize you’ll do as you damn well please
You wear the pants, buddy good for you
I’m so impressed, yeah whoopty-doo
You need to know that ain’t how it works
It’s not who wears the pants, it’s who wears the skirt
In the top drawer of her dresser there’s some panties
Go try on that purple pair with the lacy frill
With your big old thighs I bet you can’t get in ‘em
And with that attitude of yours, hell I bet you never will
You wear the pants, buddy good for you
I’m so impressed, yeah whoopty-doo
You need to know that ain’t how it works
It’s not who wears the pants, it’s who wears the skirt
A big old boy like you can probably bench 350
A little thing like her can barely lift the bar
But just wait until that woman has a headache
And she sits there with her legs crossed we’ll see how strong you are
You wear the pants, buddy good for you
We’re so impressed, whoopty-doo
You’ll soon find out that ain’t how it works
It’s not who wears the pants, it’s who wears the skirt
You wear the pants, she’ll wear the skirt
“Bumper of my SUV” (Chely Wright)
I’ve got a bright red sticker on the back of my car,
Says: “United States Marines.”
An’ yesterday a lady in a mini-van,
Held up her middle finger at me.
Does she think she knows what I stand for,
Or the things that I believe?
Just by looking at a sticker for the US Marines,
On the bumper of my S.U.V.
See, my brother Chris, he’s been in,
For more than 14 years now.
Our Dad was in the Navy during Vietnam,
Did his duty, then he got out.
And my Grandpa earned his Purple Heart,
On the beach of Normandy.
That’s why I’ve got a sticker for the US Marines,
On the bumper of my S.U.V.
But that doesn’t mean that I want war:
I’m not Republican or Democrat.
But I’ve gone all around this crazy world,
Just to try to better understand.
An’ yes, I do have questions:
I get to ask them because I’m free.
That’s why I’ve got a sticker for the US Marines,
On the bumper of my S.U.V.
‘Cause I’ve been to Hiroshima,
An’ I’ve been to the DMZ.
I’ve walked on the sand in Baghdad,
Still don’t have all of the answers I need.
But I guess I wanna know where she’s been,
Before she judges and gestures to me,
‘Cause she don’t like my sticker for the US Marines,
On the bumper of my S.U.V.
So I hope that lady in her mini-van,
Turns on her radio and hears this from me.
As she picks up her kids,
From their private school,
An’ drives home safely on our city streets.
Or to the building where her church group meets:
Yeah, that’s why I’ve got a sticker for the US Marines,
On the bumper of my S.U.V.