When It's Too Wet to Plow

You can't make an omelet without breaking eggs
The way we do at home
You can't make a rooster from an omelet, either
On account of the comb

Chorus
I had a smile for you in the shining rain
Both left feet, ready to go
Now it don't matter how I hold my mouth
Cuz you won't dance and it's too wet to plow
Oh, it's too wet to plow

You can't make a silk purse from the ear of a sow
A curly tale even sows might her
But we're taught young where I come from
You can make a damn fine sow's ear

(Chorus)

And you can't make a sausage
from the blood of a stone
Nor can you make bread from sawdust
Nor a rising flour from the bark of a tree
Unless a god gives in to a goddess

(Chorus)