Glad Rags Lyrics

Now honey

You do the dishes and I′ll feed the old sow
Also the chickens and our one Jersey cow
Take down your curlers and powder your nose
Big time at Joe's place so wear your best clothes
There′ll be no evening gowns, not even a tux
They'll come in wagons, buggies and pickup trucks
We'll do square dancing under kerosene lights
We′ll wear our glad rags tonight, my honey
We′ll wear our glad rags tonight

Big time at Joe's place so wear your best clothes

Sylvester Cunningham will fiddle a tune
Red headed kids will swipe away his spittoon
Then run and hide behind a bale of hay
But that old settin′ hen will scare 'em away
Look for me beside the old cider keg
I′ll set my cup down and we'll both shake a leg
Never a ballroom had a prettier sight
We′ll wear our glad rags tonight, my honey
We'll wear our glad rags tonight