Fear Not Gear Rot

I see you and me walkin’ to the shore
Don’t know where to go or what we’re looking for
Train line jug of wine big old pretty moon
I’ll stay here in May and marry you in June
Two more out the door whatever will we do
Fear not gear rot ‘cause I’ll be kissing you
Whoo
Pardon please take these blues away from me
Your face your place is all I want to see
I’ll find in my mind heaven’s jewelry store
Buy you silver shoes and walk on out the door
Amen hey men I’m going down the line
Be sure to get yours ‘cause I’ll be getting’ mine
Fine
Fire sticks triple six leave it all behind
World war on the floor drive it from my mind
I see you and me walk into the sun
Home fried hog tied darling you’re the one
Two more out the door we know what to do
Fear not gear rot ‘cause now I’m kissin’ you
Whoo