A working woman

Your mother works for a living.

One day I have chickens, and the next day feathers.

These days I'm driving a stagecoach.

For a while, I worked in Russell's saloon

but when I worked there all the virtuous women

planned to run me out of town,

so these days, I'm driving a stagecoach.

I'll be leaving soon to join Bill Cody's Wild West Show.

I'll ride a horse bare-back,

standing up, shoot my old Stetson hat

twice - throwing it into the air -

and landing on my head.

These are hectic days - like hell let out for noon.

I mind my own business, but remember

the one thing the world hates is a woman

who minds her own business.

All the virtuous women

have bastards and shot-gun weddings.

I have nursed them through childbirth and

my only pay is a kick in the pants when my back is turned.

These other women are pot bellied, hairy legged

and look like something the cat dragged in.

I wish I had the power to damn their souls to hell!

Your mother works for a living.