Britches

(words & music by wayne – edwards)
Beware of a gal in britches Yo-di-o-di-o Never trust no gal in britches No-di-o-di-o If you had a sense of this here horse You would have known it by now of course Who wears the britches is the boss Thats a gal, thats a gal in britches Dont mess with a gal in britches Yo-di-o-di-o No feminine gal wears britches No-di-o-di-o Shell beg you to come to the country dance You ride twenty miles for the big romance She shows up in her brothers pants Whatd you expect from a girl in britches Yo-di-o-di-o-i-ay, its none of my misfortune Yo-di-o-di-o-di-ay, just thought youd like to know Dont marry no gal in britches Yo-di-o-di-o Youll never know which is whichs No-di-o-di-o Shell put a halter through your nose Have you cooking and washing clothes While she goes chasing them buffaloes Bet your boots, thats a gal in britches.