Scarecrows are sly informants

Row after row

Starin’ down at you and me (and a)

Pile of our clothes

But no one knows

 

But you know if your momma catches us

There’ll be more than hell to pay

And so I can’t wait

Until she’s going, going, going, going gone

 

Tonight your daddy’s working

While your ma heads off to church

But my fingers long to touch your skin

So much it hurts

And what’s it worth?

 

Cause you know if your momma catch us

There’ll be more than hell to pay

And so I can’t wait

Until she’s going, going, going, going gone

 

Behind the corncrib there’s a bottle of

Sweet, red wine

That your pops made long ago

And up in the hay loft

We can ease our worried minds

Just one  kiss before I go...

 

But…small towns are poison

Rumors grow and grow

My troubles seem to find me

Wherever I go-

And now I know

 

Should have guessed your

momma 'd catch us

Now there’s more than hell to pay

So I can’t stay

Tonight I’m going, going, going, going gone