Ode to Rita
When it is Friday
I jump in my car
And point it towards Baldwin
It isn't that far
I'm going to Rita's
For laughter and fun
To soak in her hot tub
Or romp in the sun
WHen you're at Rita's
There's no one who cares
If your lipstick is smudged
Or there's hay in your hair
Take a trail ride at Rita's
But watch out for that Buck
if you fall on your ass
She'll be back in her truck
We talk politics, welfare
Religion and race
And how both of my children
Have fallen from grace
Rita cooks pork ribs
And fried green tomatoes
Pot roast and carrots
And new small potatoes
She has a heart
Just as big as the sky
She is bold and she's brassy
Not awkward or shy
If there's a thunderstorm
Head for the barn
The horses don't mind it
They don't give a darn
Rita won't mind if
You're rich or you're poor
She'll give her opinion
She's frank to the core
When the stars stud the sky
It's the hour to head out
It is time to think hard
What this life's all about
"Good bye my love"
She'll say once again
"Drive safe and be happy"
She's a helluva friend.
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