Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Flinty Kind of Woman, artist - Dar Williams. Album song The Honesty Room, in the genre Музыка мираDate of issue: 31.12.2005
Record label: Tunecore
Song language: English
Flinty Kind of Woman |
| It’s a small town life and I like it |
| 'Cause the bad don’t get in your way |
| There’s an angry god, they’re 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, ay-yi-yipee-yipee-yi-yi-ay |
| 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, ay-yi-yipee-yipee-yi-yi-ay |
| 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, ay-yi-yipee-yipee-yi-yi-ay |
| 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 |
| And 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 |