Now bless her little soul, she’s not to blame

Now bless her little soul, she’s not to blame
That’s just the way her mind is
If there’s a way to stir trouble up
The girl was born to find
She’s the queen
She’s the queen

The queen of my double wide trailer
With the polyester curtains and the redwood deck
Sometimes she runs off and I’ve gotta trail her
Dang her black heart and her pretty red neck.

Sammy Kershaw

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