You well-to-do gentry up in Canada may have had 'em, but us poor folks down in Texas didn't...and we really were poor...in fact, we were so poor my parents couldn't afford a crib for me when I was little, so I slept in a hollowed-out watermelon....they couldn't afford to buy me shoes, so Daddy just painted my feet brown..and when we got to school we didn't have enough money to pay attention....on Saturday we'd go to the local friend chicken stand and lick other people's fingers....Daddy was a cowboy, but he couldn't afford a regular cowboy outfit, so Momma made him one out of old brown paper bags....paper hat, paper shirt and vest, paper jeans and chaps..but then he got in trouble for rustling..
