But this moonshine folks call 'courting,'
I ain't never played that part;
I can't keep from talking foolish
When I'm thinking with my heart.


3

Now, those women that you read of
In these story picture books,
They can't ride in roping distance
Of that girl in style and looks.
They have waists more like an insect,
Corset shaped and double cinched;
Feet just right to make a watch charm,
Small, of course, because they're pinched.
This here Nancy's like God made her,--
She don't wear no saddle girth,
But she's supple as a willow,
And the purtiest thing on earth.
I'm in earnest; let me ask you--
'Cause I want to reason fair--
What durn business has that rope-necked
Johnson sneaking over there?


4

Hands so soft and strong and tender,
When I shook a "how de do,"