The dirt farmer's wife is hanging her laundry on the line

She's wasting her life but other than that she's doing fine



The gut wagon rolls trailing a cloud of flies along

Holding her nose she's trying to hear the buzzard's song



Sidewinder spoiled my shot at my precious forget-me-not



It's a red letter day and we've all confessed to petty crimes

What can she say that hasn't been said a hundred times

The dirt farmer swears his fruit is as fresh as the early spring

What does he care that she's finding worms in everything



Sidewinder spoiled my shot at my precious forget-me-not

Claimjumper stole my spot next to me precious forget-me-not



The weed garden grows just outside the kitchen door

The dirt farmer knows it won't be in bloom like it was before



Sidewinder spoiled my shot at my precious forget-me-not

Claimjumper stole my spot next to me precious forget-me-not