(America on line was about to kick me out. I didn't want to lose what I'd already written. Here's the last verse, sung as the second verse was sung)
IV
First she grabbed him by the collar
He commenced to squeal and holler,
So she plastered him right betwixt the eyes
Grabbed his old guitar and swung it
"Round his neck she proudly hung it,
Bruises cuts and bumps began to rise.
He jumped up and tried to squeeze her
So she rapped him 'crossed the beezer,
pulled a pistol, shot him oncet or twicet
When that awfull fight was over,
he was layed beneath the clover
No more playin' dominoes and no more shootin' dice.

HAVE FUN WITH THIS ONE, DO IT VERY SLOWLY.
LOVE AND KISSES
jODY gIBSON