Churn the Butter Songtext
von Leslie Hall

In my home-made dress I look
For the eyes of Billy McAlister
Ask me to a picture show
(Oh, oh, oh)
Ask me to the county dance
But momma why
Must I do my chores
Before I go
(Oh, oh, oh)
I gotta churn the butter,
(Churn, churn, churn, churn)
I gotta churn the butter,
(Churn, churn, churn, churn)
I gotta churn the butter,
(Churn, churn, churn, churn)
Cuz′ that's what me and momma do
For money on the plains
When I finish your quilt I wanna
Wrap it ′round Billy McAlister
Show me how to sweep your bangs


(Oh, oh, oh)
Teach me how to kiss those lips
But momma why
Must I do my chores
Before I go
(Oh, oh, oh)
I gotta harvest Precious
(Ratatatat)
I gotta harvest Precious
(Ratatatat)
I gotta harvest Precious
(Ratatatat)
Cuz' that's what me and momma do
For money on the plains
Taste our raddish butter
It′s the best in the county
Me and momma make it
And sell it in the town
(Oh, oh, oh)
If you want a taste, sweet Billy
(Oh, oh, oh)
I′ll let you lick the spoon, my Billy
(Oh, oh, oh)