Lyrics Rude To Rile - Horse Feathers

Rude To Rile

Maybe he could wait a while?
Maybe grow too tired or old
Maybe they just lay to look
While we were young, we all laughed and we sung
Now we’ve been beat by work
Oh, he just waits, he just hopes, and he prays
But the more she is loved she hurts..
It’s rude to rile her up
Those fools for god don’t love another’s touch
Making babies for good or grief?
To these types of fools he pleads
«If beggars aren’t loved they leave!»
She learned it from a book
Suiters approach, receive dirty looks
Calling on her for good or grief
These types of fools who beg and never read