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After a while we took in the clothes |
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Nobody said very much |
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Just some old wild shirts and a couple pairs of pants |
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Which nobody really wanted to touch |
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Mama come in and picked up a book |
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An' Papa asked her what it was |
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Someone else asked, "What do you care?" |
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Papa said, "Well, just because?" |
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Then they started to take back their clothes |
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Hang'em on the line |
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It was January the thirtieth |
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And everybody was feelin' fine. |
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The next day, everybody got up |
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Seein' if the clothes were dry |
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The dogs were barking, a neighbor passed |
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Mama, of cource, she said, "Hi" |
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"Have you heard the news?" he said with a grin |
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"The Vice President's gone mad" |
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"Where?" "Downtown." "When?" "Last night" |
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"Hmm, say, that's too bad" |
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"Well, there's nothing we can do about it," said the neighbor |
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"It's just something we're gonna have to forget" |
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"Yes, I guess so" said Ma |
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Then she asked me if the clothes was still wet. |
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I reached up, touched my shirt |
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And the neighbor said, "Are those clothes yours?" |
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I said, "Some of them, not all of them" |
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He said, "Ya always help out around here with the chores ?" |
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I said, "Sometime, not all the time" |
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Then my neighbor he blew his nose |
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Just as papa yelled outside |
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"Mama wants you to come back in the house and bring them clothes" |
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Well, I just do what I'm told so I did it, of course |
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I went back in the house and Mama met me |
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And then I shut all the doors. |
