Older and Poorer

When we got married in the backyard
I'm putting in strings of my old guitar
He was black but he'd stayed sharp
I had no idea at all how happy it will make small
How drunk you and I get before dark
When I read you my vows, my daddy looked so proud
My aunt smiled, in a year and craned to sea
When baby, gee hit the tree
Right then and there I started believing
Your mom should host this party every weekend

We sang eating the pies in three-four times
One, two, three, two-two, three hee-haw
Girl your mom could cut a rug
How lucky to be in love
With you the whole family and Amodol

Yeah the baby came next
Then ate up all of our pay checks
We named her Lily Jane and you built a crib
We re-arranged the house, I kicked all of the ants out
And we sit together at meal time again

And we sing eating the pies to her at bedtime
One, two, three, two-two, three hee-haw
Now Lily-Jane could cut a rug
Just like your mama would
She reminds me most of her grandma, after all

Yeah before we hit middle-age
There's one thing left I'd like to say
I loved you from the first time I saw your face
Though I've annoyed you ever since
I'm thankful that we are still friends
And growing older and poorer with grace

Let's sing eating the pie in our old age time
One, two, three, two-two, three hee-haw
And Lily-Jane can pay our bills and administer our pills
While we sneak off and get drunk before dark