Pearl

There's a blue moon over Amarillo tonight
As they pull into the old Santa Fe
And it's not every Christmas
They get to come down
For the shops
And the Polk Street parade
Homer takes her by the hand
And gives her a whirl
He looks in her eyes
And he calls her his Pearl
They'll get town wrapped gifts
For all ten kids
'Cause harvest was good this year

One for Voncille, and Durward, and Sam, and Eldon
And Gene, and Pete, and May
And Effie, and Pike, and Mary Rachel too
They'll buy a red flower
And wave it at heaven
And say Merry Christmas to Jewel

She's the mother, and the matriarch
The settler of scores
When the boys put up a good fight
And when the daughters get restless
With the help of Homer
They raise them all from wrong to right

Voncille, and Durward, and Sam, and Eldon
And Gene, and Pete, and May
And Effie, and Pike, and Mary Rachel too
Now the day came when Homer
Went home to the Lord
But they all knew he'd be there with Jewel

Voncille, and Durward, and Sam, and Eldon
And Gene, and Pete, and May
And Effie, and Pike, and Mary Rachel too

Now Pearl was left all alone but
She could sure hold her own 'cause
Homer didn't raise no fool
And she had funny little sayings
Nobody understood
And I'm fixin' to pass them on to you
(she'd say)
"Sweet to pretty dis day
Sweet to pretty dis day
Bin booney, Bin booney dis day."