The cucumbers are kicking my ass. I can't keep up with them.
When Sister was getting ready to have me niece, Mamma and Daddy went out to Colorado, leaving me in charge of the farm. It rained everyday they were gone, and the cucumber patch went crazy. I sold to all the neighbors, the grocery stores, to anyone who would buy a bucket of cukes. In the end I fed way more to the cows than I ever sold. But some good came out of it. I wrote Cucumber Blues. It goes something like this.
I woke up this morning,
had them cucumber blues
yea I woke up this morning
had them cucumber blues
I know they need picking,
but Lord it ain't no use.
There are several more verses, but my memory isn't what it used to be. I do remember the last verse. . .
if I don't pick them soon,
my big legged woman will put one to ill use.