Ol doe eyes cranks the ratchet strap
I’m the PT 2by on her ladder rack
Doe whips the 250
Through the Dewey hills
I am warmly dripping fresh from the mill
And why does she take me?
How will I be of use?
A rafter for her husband?
A board that’s coming loose?
A cradle for her child?
A wall that’s lost it’s truth?
A garden for her smile?
What will I be for you?
But I am straight and true for her
No matter her knack
The driver side door slams
As she treads the gravel track
Ol doe eyes flips the ratchet’s latch
And there she will take me on her back
Lyrics provided by LRCLIB
