Tennessee Border #2 - Red Foley

Here eyes was red, her name was Helen*

Her head looked like a water-melon

Her hair was long, she had a Toni

Her neck looked like a roll of bal-loney.

Her teeth stuck out so fer, she didn’t have much sense

She could gnaw an ear of corn right thru' a picket fence

Our marriage license cost a quarter

On the TENNESSEE BORDER.

One night I took her out to see what we could see

Just then I saw her husband, and he stood six-foot three

He had brass knuckles — all made to order

Now my teeth are scattered on the TENNESSEE BORDER.

Her was red, her name was Hann-er

Her nose looked like a big banan-er

She weighs so much he had some trouble

He thought that he was seein' double.

He put his arm around her and he tried to hug her

But he couldn’t get close enough

'Cause she had too much blubber

She was too fat, he couldn’t court her

Now she wears a girdle 'round her TENNESSEE BORDER.

One night I took her out just across the line

She stubbed her toe and fell in a barrel of turpen-tine

«Young man», (Huh?), «young man», (Huh!),

«Where is my daughter?»

«Well, the last time I see’d her

She was tearin' across the TENNESSEE BORDER.»