The dirt farmers wife is hanging her laundry on the line
Shes wasting her life but other than that shes doing fine

The gut wagon rolls trailing a cloud of flies along
Holding her nose shes trying to hear the buzzards song

Sidewinder spoiled my shot at my precious forget-me-not

Its a red letter day and weve all confessed to petty crimes
What can she say that hasnt been said a hundred times
The dirt farmer swears his fruit is as fresh as the early spring
What does he care that shes finding worms in everything

Sidewinder spoiled my shot at my precious forget-me-not
Claimjumper stole my spot next to me precious forget-me-not

The weed garden grows just outside the kitchen door
The dirt farmer knows it wont be in bloom like it was before

Sidewinder spoiled my shot at my precious forget-me-not
Claimjumper stole my spot next to me precious forget-me-not