Tuesday song (in progress)

Tuesday Song

Oh Tuesday, Tuesday
She had rhythm in her knees
In her elbows and her pockets
And her mama couldn't stop it

Oh honey it was black-eyed peas
Oh honey it was rhythm in her knees
And oh honey it was pink lemonade
And oh honey it was black-eyed peas

Tuesday, Tuesday, she whipped her braids around
Some slick young cat
He liked the sway of her back
So whistling at those swinging braids
He yowled and wound around her legs

Oh honey, it was stars and the moon
Oh honey, it was black jelly beans
And oh honey it was cherry cherry pie
And oh honey, it was stars and the moon

And Tuesday's tapping
Her way around the kitchen
Where, oh honey, it was black-eyed peas
Oh honey, it was pink lemonade
And Tuesday, Tuesday
Over-salted those black eyed peas
And if you know anything
Well, you know what that means

Can only mean Tuesday's in love
And there's no reasoning with somebody in love
And her mama said,
"Don't you do that dance
And bring trouble into my kitchen."

So Tuesday, she danced herself
Right out of the house
Tuesday, she danced herself
Right out into the rain
Where that slick young cat
Who liked the sway of her back
Didn't like so much
All her mama's fuss

Saw her tapping, tapping down the street
Humming, singing "Oh Glory be"
Before that song had left her mouth
He was a-running on his way south

Where, oh honey, birds fly in v’s
Oh honey, it was tall palm trees
Oh honey, it was sunny all the time
And not a trace of black-eyed peas

Poor Tuesday found
Her rhythm slowed down