Rude To Rile letra

Maybe he could wait a while?
Maybe grow too tired or old.
Maybe they just lay to look.

While we were young, we all laughed and we sung.
Now we've been beat by work.
Oh, he just waits, he just hopes, and he prays.
But the more she is loved she hurts. . .

It's rude to rile her up.
Those fools for god don't love another's touch.
Making babies for good or grief?
To these types of fools he pleads,
"If beggars aren't loved they leave!"

She learned it from a book.
Suiters approach, receive dirty looks.
Calling on her for good or grief.
These types of fools who beg and never read.

Horse Feathers - Letras

• A Burden
• A Heart Arcane
• Altamont
• Belly Of June
• Best To Leave
• Better Company
• Bird On A Leash
• Blood On The Snow
• Born In Love
• Broken Beak
• Curs In The Weeds
• Different Gray
• Don't Mean To Pry
• Dustbowl
• Evictions
• Falling Through The Roof
• Father
• Faultline Wall
• Finch On Saturday
• Fit Against The Country
• Hardwood Pews
• Heathen's Kiss
• Helen
• Honest Doubters
• In Our Blood
• Last Waltz
• Like Lavender
• On The Rise
• Pacific Bray
• Rude To Rile
• So Long
• The Drought
• The Hex
• The Widower
• This Is What
• Thistled Spring
• Vernonia Blues
• Walking & Running
• What We Become
• Without Applause
• Working Poor