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God Don’t Want Her
© 2011 Sosnowski, Brown, Hopkins, Ward
On the west end of town lived old widow Watson,
She was meaner than a cross-eyed grizzly bear,
Town folk say she’s a hundred and ten,
If she ain’t darn close, she’s got no time to spare.
She drinks to the mem'ry of her four dead husbands,
Liquor took two, one died outta fear.
The last bettin’ man thought he’d sure go the distance,
But after awhile, even he disappeared.
Now God don’t want her and the devil don’t either.
No, they ain’t holdin’ out their arms yet to greet her.
She’s long overdue to meet up with her maker,
But it looks like neither one’s willin’ to take her.
Nope, God don’t want her…
And the devil don’t either.
She went to church last Sunday, it was struck by lightning,
Disapproval raining from out of the sky.
Now black cats run and hide when they see her,
The preacher locks his door and tough men cry.
I heard that old Widow Watson met Loner Lou,
God tried to warn him but He didn’t get through G
Now another soul’s lost to the widow’s hand
And it don’t take a scholar to understand
Why God and the devil ain’t takin’ no chance.
God don’t want her and the devil don’t either.