Runnin' toward the outhouse
A tuggin' at my britches
Et too much fer supper
My belly's got the twitches

Settin' in the toilet
I mull over a lot o' things
Whilst I'm 'bout my business
Ah, the relief it brings

Our outhouse is a modern one
Don't use them cobs no more
Now, we use a catalog
That comes from that big store

Whilst I'm a settin' and a ponderin'
I look at all the purty pages
I like the women's underwear
With the bows and frills and laces

I go a trudgin' to the outhouse
Through the rain an' heat an' snow
No use a dreadin' it, I reckon
When ya gotta go, ya gotta go

Now hitchin' up my overalls
Guess I done all I can do
My belly's now calmed down a mite
Looks like I'm all through

Fer the time I been a settin' here
Shore done me a lot o' thinkin'
Gotta go git me some air now
'Cause somethin' in here is a stinkin'

Kathleen McCoy Eldridge©
March 12, 2007
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