I'M TOO YOUNG TO MARRY

Jimmie Driftwood - 1958


I had a gal from Arkansas
Who had a lot of pride
And when I met her Pa and Ma
Oh goodness, how alike

A purty gal from Tennessee
Sat down upon my lap
And when she started kissing me
I hollered fer my Pap

Chaw my backer, chaw my gum
Drink my whisky, drink my rum
Shoot my mouth and shoot my gun
But I'm too young to marry

(Mouth Harp)

I wouldn't have a married girl
I'll tell you the reason why
I'd be afraid she'd take a whirl
With some good lookin' guy

And I wouldn't have a single gal
It's very plain to see
I cannot find a single gal
Who hankers after me

Chaw my backer, chaw my gum
Drink my whisky, drink my rum
Shoot my mouth and shoot my gun
But I'm too young to marry

(Mouth Harp)

I found a gal with lots of buzz
And very much alive
And when I asked how old she was
She answered, "Ninety-five"

I told her I would be her boss
And started in her door
She said, "Get out, you crazy hoss
You're only ninety-four"

Chaw my backer, chaw my gum
Drink my whisky, drink my rum
Shoot my mouth and shoot my gun
But I'm too young to marry

(Mouth Harp)

Some day I'm gonna settle down
With some sweet Katie dear
And teach my boys to run around
Just like their Daddy did

Chaw my backer, chaw my gum
Drink my whisky, drink my rum
Shoot my mouth and shoot my gun
But I'm too young to marry

(Mouth Harp)


(Transcribed by Monique Adriaansen & Mel Priddle - November 2005)