Glad Rags

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 Jones' place, so wear your best clothes

There'll be no evening gowns, not even a tux

They'll come in wagons, buggies and pick-up trucks

We'll do square dancin' under kerosine light

We'll wear glad rags tonight, my honey'

We'll wear glad rags tonight!

Big time at Jones' place, so wear your best clothes!

Silvester comin', hum and fiddle a tune

Red headed kids will swipe away his spittoon

Then run and hide behind a bale of hay

But that old sittin' 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 glad rags tonight, my honey'

We'll wear glad rags tonight!