TUNE Huck & The Xander Band - A Sufi from Dixie
There’s a rumour going round — Louise, you’re the talk of the town, ‘cus your Mother, the widow, converted, and the meek sure speak up when deserted. They say she’s trying to marry you off to some rag-headed boy in the North. And my Dad says your Mom must be crazy if she thinks that Mohammed’s the one, and I may be bad-mannered and lazy, but he’s sure glad that he had a son. Well I love you, Louise, and I’m asking you, please, be my Queen before their Kingdom comes.
We grew up short by a half of the love we’re entitled to have, and with Death shovelling coal in our hearts, I think we deserve a fresh start. Well I asked Johnny for his two cents, but I wish that he’d stayed on the fence, ‘cus he said that a Sufi from Dixie is a hundred and ten percent dumb. Then he took from my dresser this picture, and likened the memory of Mom to your child-bearing hips, so I split his fucking lip — now he promises not to make fun of my Queen until their Kingdom comes.