(words & music by wayne - edwards) Beware of a gal in britches Yo-di-o-di-o Never trust no gal in britches No-di-o-di-o If you had a sense of this here horse You would have known it by now of course Who wears the britches is the boss That's a gal, that's a gal in britches
Don't mess with a gal in britches Yo-di-o-di-o No feminine gal wears britches No-di-o-di-o She'll beg you to come to the country dance You ride twenty miles for the big romance She shows up in her brother's pants What'd you expect from a girl in britches
Yo-di-o-di-o-i-ay, it's none of my misfortune Yo-di-o-di-o-di-ay, just thought you'd like to know Don't marry no gal in britches Yo-di-o-di-o You'll never know which is which's No-di-o-di-o She'll put a halter through your nose Have you cooking and washing clothes While she goes chasing them buffaloes Bet your boots, that's a gal in britches.
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