Widows of Fall
(tune of "Boys of Fall")
When I smell exhaust, and diesel gas,
there go the husbands, grandpas, and the dads.
Combines are growling, its another fall.
Tears start to roll for widows of fall.
Why would anybody want to be in this club?
Takes every ounce of wine, margarita and Bud.
To be a single parent each and every fall,
queens of the house man, were widows of fall.
Chorus:
Well it's -try to quiet the kids' gripes,
and it's-listing things I hope harvest buys.
It's homework I can't do at night, and yes sir I want to BAWL!
It's-I'm so tired just want to crash.
THe stove is broke and car's out of gas.
It's-I've got your blankie, I've got your snack never mind about me at all!
You widow one wife, you've got us all,
widows of fall...
In little towns like mine, that's all we got,
us poor harvest widows swarm the coffee stops.
All our farmer hubbys think they know it all.
They forgot to tell us we'd be widows each fall!
Chorus:
Well it's -try to quiet the kids' gripes,
and it's-listing things I hope harvest buys.
It's homework I can't do at night, and yes sir I want to BAWL!
It's-I'm so tired just want to crash.
THe stove is broke and car's out of gas.
It's-I've got your blankie, I've got your snack never mind about me at all!
You widow one wife, you've got us all,
widows of fall...
