I NEED ANOTHER POOR FOLK SONG

By Richard E. Noble

I need another poor folk song.
One filled with butter beans and turnip greens.
Got a condo in El Paso,
from singin' 'bout my lasso.

I'm a big country singer.
My gal-friend's a real ring-dinger.
I've got a chain of restaurants that makes a million,
Grillin' chitterlings fer yer chill-ren.

But I need another poor folk song,
or my fans will forget me a'fore too long.
I'd like one that talks about bar-b-que,
black-eyed peas and howd-ya-do.

I've worn out all my pick-em-up trucks
and 'Tractor Trailers' made big bucks.
But now I need another poor folk song
Or my fans will forget me a'fore too long.

I need one dealin' with say, leather, and filigree
with a good refrain and a tweedle-dee-dee
Don't know how I'd like it to begin
but I'll sing it with pathos and a cowboy grin.

I'd like one that could bring a tear to your eye.
Make even your spoiled rotten little brother cry.
I need me another poor folk song,
before I get a hitch in my get-a-long.

I've got fourteen accountants, old pard,
and a genuine full sized replica of the B&O Railroad in my back yard.
I've had eleven dee-vorces
and my own race track, complete with horses.

I own the San Diego Padres
And the San Antonio Madres.
I bought four professional basketball teams
and I'm runnin' out of stupid things to buy even in my dreams.

But if I don't get me another poor folk song
my fans will forget me a'fore too long.
I made it big with that one about the chewin' gum.
Hit the top ten with "Cow-Bum Dung"

Made ten million on "Spittin' and Chewin'"
But now dang it, I need a new-un.
I need me another poor folk song
or my fans will forget me a'fore to long.

Yesser,
...I need me another poor folk song.