Dar Williams Flinty Kind Of Woman Lyrics

Flinty Kind Of Woman Lyrics




It's a small town life and I like it
'Cause the bad don't get in your
way
There's an angry God gonna strike it
Yeah, that's what we pay him
for, that's why we pray
Well I guess the angry God he was a-fishing
When
Molly called me up with the news
Within the space of a week
Yeah, a
pervert or a sex freak
Let the kids take a peek
That's more than a little
cheek
No pun intended

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Going east of
Mississippi got a flinty kind of woman
And you don't act smart and you don't
touch my children
If the young man wants to see the sun go down

Well
there was no time fooling with the trifles
So there was no use in telling
the men
They would just go running for their rifles
And then once you got
him couldn't get him again
So Peg got a bolt of fishing tackle
And Marge
got her gardening clips
And Sally LaBiche put her hound on a leash
And
the timer on the quiche, she's kind of nouveau riche
But we like
her

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Going east of Mississippi got a flinty
kind of woman
And you don't act fresh and you don't touch my children
If
the young man wants to see the sun go down

It was the kids who spotted
him a running
As we drove through the harbor fog
And that's when we got
our engines gunning
'Cause we knew he was headed for the cranberry bog
We
got our hip-high rubber boots strapped on
And Molly got the big flashlights
out
And by the "Welcome to New England" sign
Got him with the
fishing line
In the dark smell of brine
Betty said "This one is
mine."
She is ruthless

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

Well
we didn't have to drag him and a-jail him
'Cause you don't have to take it
so far
When your roots go back to Old Salem
And you've got a local
chapter of the DAR
Now I don't go tooting on my lobsters
'Cause your
pride doesn't go with your plaid
But it's a victory won and it couldn't be
done
By the hippy-dippy flaky-shaky fun-in-the-sun
Braless
wonders

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