Yur eyes shine like the chrome bumper br on ma old pickup truck. br Just like that dime ah keep in ma pocket br fer luck. br Yur eye's they surely do bring delight. Ther br like watchin a wrestlin match. Or poppin the br lid on that first can a Bud Light! br - br Yur eye's daze me like a prize fighter, when br he gets knocked out - An ther prettier than a br bass, maybe even a trout! br - br Yur like a truck load a rich topsoil an I could br tell that frum the start. Yur nothin at all like br them bags that ya buy at Wall-Mart! br - br Yer like a good roll of Duck Tape, you stick to ma br heart. Like ma favorite shot gun that I cherish br we'll never part. Like the eight point buck's head br that I keep hung in ma den, the one that I shot br when I wuz just ten! br - br Yer prettier n the prize winning hog ya see at a br country fair. An iffin I was the judge, the blue br ribbon '' you'd wear ''! br - br The fellas at the slaughter house where I work br say they wish they wuz me all the time.