20 September 2006


Or, how I could have been a country music song writer

Charlie and Ruby June’s Champale Party

Charlie and Ruby June
had been to the hogwaller in Walhaller
and since it was early yet,
they decided to have a little celebration.

Charlie, inspired by the pigs,
wanted to roll around in the mud some,
but Ruby June objected
‘cause she had a new dress.

They ended up parked in the bushes
behind Custer’s Last Stand Restaurant
in the back of Charlie’s pick-up
drinkin’ rum and slurpies.

Ruby June got it in her head
she’d dance on the hood of the truck,
but Charlie was worried she’d dent it,
so she had to settle for the truck bed.

Charlie even turned on an oldies station
and danced with Ruby June—
‘course he’d already started on the champale
and had more than his share of the rum.

Dancin’ like that, real close, his hands on her behind,
Ruby June remembered why she’d married Charlie.
She didn’t say a word when he turned off the radio
so the truck battery wouldn’t go dead.

She just kissed him
and licked behind his ear the way he liked
and whispered, “Screw the cap on the champale,
sugar, so it don’t go flat.”

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