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Sweet Charlene McGray |
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Pretty as a posie in the springtime |
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She would twirl around all day |
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Get dizzy and she'd fall down in a haze |
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And the country breeze passed slowly as I went to her |
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I knocked upon her solid wooden door |
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But her father, he just looked at me and said "leave or I'll call the law" |
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So I cut her pa in half with a chainsaw |
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She always had a way |
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Of giving all the neighbor boys sensations |
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They would close their eyes and pray |
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That their Christian God would lead them from temptation |
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But her mama didn't want that girl to grow up |
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And end up with a heathen like myself |
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Well, she always tried to tell Charlene about my little flaws |
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So I cut her ma in half with a chainsaw |
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And now sweet Charlene McGray |
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She's all mine, there's nothing to divide us |
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On that sunny day in May |
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It was time to ask that girl to be my bride |
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So I got down on one knee and took her finger |
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And I said to her, "Charlene, will you be mine?" |
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But she just kept complaining that I killed her ma and pa |
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So I cut Charlene in half with a chainsaw |
