Sister None –
none like you never saw;
crosscut teeth, tenpin gut,
forehead shovel blade smooth,
sapphire eyes afire with Old Scratch;
pregnant by an ant with a widow black.
She the gal squeeze from the blues
every last thread of ooze. She it was
first put spit in her booze.
Never gave a thought to the
spark in her inner cooze.
Sister None – she the one
instigates Johnny get his gun;
the babe at the dark of a tunnel end.
Got a barrel bottom, lotta fish to shoot.
when in church you come,
hunched in gathering stench,
in a pew all upright,
don’t get in a lurch left.
Yeah, Sister None – she the one
to thank to make you go n’ come.
One like her you never saw.
Put that witch on a horse;
switch that mare’s ass;
see her sidle down the bridle path;
get yourself alone to shreds to rip.