Friday Daylight Be Wastin', Wastrel Wench

Introduction:

My grandpa for a while was a tenant sharecropper. Weekends before he got religion, he liked to go out to the dances. Granpa was your normal cowboy - played fiddle, carried a boot knife, got into fights. Lucky one dance night for him he forgot his knife the night he got into a bad fight.

Otherwise during the Depression instead of working as a prison guard ... He would have ended up one of the "guests" of Texas, "camping out". Might even have been a roommate with Clyde Barrow, who he bullwhipped once. Granpa bullwhipped Clyde because Clyde came short a few seconds of shooting Granpa. That was during a break when Bonnie killed another guard on the other side of the field. But that's another story and another poem for another day.

This ... "pome", of sorts, is for my Granpa - in his younger tenant sharecropper fiddling knife carrying dancing drinking fighting pre-prison guard cowboy days.

Friday Daylight Be Wastin', Wastrel Wench

Leave the low paying vineyards, find a better sharecropper camp
Thumb a ride where bands play weekends, no cover charge

Friday sun sets on horizon, good love luck forces be a rising
Moonlight soon to wash ironed blouses stiff from their sizing

Skirts soon to swirl swishing, boys and girls soon to be wishing
That tonight luck favors both the brave and coward alike

You've better things to do with your limited time and
Nights are for - well, somebody got to drink the wine

Why not play your best hand on those few hours off
But work the odds, best no bluff bets 'gainst the house

Oh Buffalo Gals won't you come out tonight, come out tonight, come out tonight
Yes, Buffalo Gals we will come, come tonight and dance by the light of the moon

Years later we won't search for albums you put up on shelf
With pictures of you and me and your old vamp self

We won't resell old gossip and news tips long gone stale
I ain't one to drink bad water from just any old pail, hon

Oh Buffalo Gals won't you come out tonight, come out tonight, come out tonight
Yes, Buffalo Gals we will come, come tonight and dance by the light of the moon