SHUT THE DINGDANG DOOR
Son of Child #275
(Bob Coltman)

We had a spell of cold last night, it was the bitter end,
Froze my nose and froze my toes, ain't been this cold since when,
Old Cody come a-rollin' in from the barn,
He drug his chair up by the fire and commenced gettin' warm,

CHORUS
Ring a ma rye,
Ring a ma ree,
If it don't bother you, my love,
It don't bother me.

The wind blowed like the devil, it whipped around the barn,
It blowed the front door open, like to froze the whole consarn,
Big white snowdrift piled up on the floor,
Marthie says to Cody, Git up and shut that door.

Cody says to Marthie, you ought to of kept still,
I was a-gonna shut it, but no I don't b'lieve I will,
You're up and I'm restin', I'm so dang cold I'm blue,
If anybody shuts that door, old woman, it's a-gonna be you.
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Marthie says to Cody, Be danged if I do,
My hand are all greazy from cookin' this stew,
I'm workin', you're sittin', now need I say more?
Git up off your duff, old man, and shut the dingdang door.

Cody picked up the paper, said, I ain't a-gonna budge,
Marthie set the stew to cool and started makin' fudge,
Doggone you, old Cody, I ain't a-gonna say no more,
Which of us speaks first is gonna have to shut that door.
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Cody and Marthie, stubborn as they been,
The door stood open, and the wind blowed in,
Cody and Marthie turned a fine shade of blue,
But neither one would speak a word and neither one would move.

Long after midnight, must of been nigh four,
Two jolly burglars come a-wand'rin' in at the door,
One says to the other, Now, tell me, ain't this nice?
It must be two statues all carved out of ice.

I'll tell you what we'll do, my friend, it's what we've never done,
That's take a break from burglary and have a little fun,
Take the fudge that's on the stove, and sharpen up your knife,
Lather and shave the old man, and I'll kiss the wife.

Old Cody jumped up from his chair and started in to roar,
Daggone you two-bit burglars, I ain't a-gonna take no more,
Old Marthie started dancin' all over the floor,
Cody, you have spoke the first, now shut the dingdang door.

CHORUS
Ring a ma rye,
Ring a ma ree,
If it don't bother you, my love,
It don't bother me.

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