Now, Miss Olivia was not
an ordinary belle,
just take one look:
it's easy to tell.
A delicate beauty,
but not too prissy ~
don't mess with her
'cause she ain't no sissy!
Her hair was done
in loose flowing curls,
not no boo-font do
like them other girls.
No poofy dresses,
she loved blue jeans ~
she was far from "proper"
by any means.
Don't get me wrong,
our Miss ain't that shady ~
she enjoyed her life,
but she's still a lady.
Sunday mornings
she sang in the choir,
her voice made angels
dare to aspire.
One early morn
she went a strollin'
on the bayou where
she saw Hank a trollin'.
Olivia'd seen him before,
Hank, with his rod an' reel,
she liked his charm
and youthful appeal.
She tried peaking,
but stepped in sunlight ~
Hank had seen her,
his smile turned so bright!
She and Hank, they
hit things off so well,
like life-long friends:
who could tell?
She was a redneck girl,
born an' raised,
but when she looked at Hank
her eyes over-glazed
with love or affection ~
perhaps a li'l of each
(her heart began to soar
higher than she could reach).
More could be said,
but here's where they started ~
Olivia an' Hank
would soon ne'er be parted.
Smitten, for sure --
not one heart, but two!
This is their ballad of
love on the bayou.
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