The winters they are too long And the summers are too hot And your arms don't reach out for me Now they've touched upon That pretty boy next door My truck it is not running The icebox is blowing hot And your lips they don't smile for me Since you've been talking to That pretty boy next door Tread softly on my dreams, baby Step softly on my heart Remember how it was, Babe How it was right back at the start. I've watched that pretty boy, darling I've watched him shooting cans I'm saying that I would, honey... I'm not saying that I would... But I can... Dry your eyes, love - don't you shed no tears - He'll soon be pushing up the daisies Now come on over and you hold my beer... Now the winters are too long, Boy And the summers are much too hot And her arms don't reach out for me.. Now let's see who is the better shot. The shot it broke the silence It cracked the morning dew... My true love he lay dying.. The boy next door he lay there bleeding too... Now the winters are too long, babe The summers are much too hot.. And your jealous arms don't reach out for me.. I guess he never was much of a shot.
….If I can find the energy I might well record it…OK, so I got my country song urge out the way..and will go back to sci fi and haiku!