I haven't written in two years since Maudie passed, humor has found me again,,,,,,,

Walk into your kitchen, … check yer freezer
See that its empty…. no hope
Turn on yer oven
Get a baking pan....from down below

My wallet is all empty and bleeding
Obama sure as hell aint come thru
Got no money to buy groceries
No money for a steak barbeque

CHORUS:
I’ll shoot a raccoon
Skin that sucker out, and cook him on the hoof
Stuff in lots taters and some onions too
Have him slowly roastin’
With corn bread…. I am hopein’…….mmmm Crispy toasted……

Reach down in your big road kill cooler
Pull out something dead, black and blue
Throw it in boiling water
Sautee him for an hour or two…..

CHORUS:
Eat yer raccoon
Love those taters, gravy
And some road kill stew
It will put you in the bathroom
In 'bout an hour or two
That crispy crunchy coatin’……… mmmmm yer tummy bloatin……..

Three Twenty Five and we've tanned his hide,
Grits and Green cookin' on the side...
Have a seat and blow yer mind.....

CHORUS:
Eat yer raccoon
Love those taters, gravy
And some road kill stew
It will put you in the bathroom
In 'bout an hour or two
That crispy crunchy coatin’……… yer tummy bloatin……..

Eat yer raccoon…..Eat yer Racoon’…..Eat yer Racoon

10/05/2013