Meye Bahnie from Agouti Groove by The JahnyD Occurrence

Meye Bahnie’s a formal, young beauty
who don't care for those giddy stands;
like touching and sharing, ‘that’s silly’,
but her love it runs deep as the land.

She's got a portrait of Jesus
Hangin’ up in her bedroom;
He's there with the nephews and nieces,
when I try to get her alone.

And the road, she's hilly
for a hard-drivin’ man,
who is fist is his hand;
a hard-drivin’ man.
And the piper fifes trilly,
as fast run he ran
playin’ in the marching band.

Now, Bahnie she carries the worry
from a seed planted long time ago,
she's growin’ and feedin’ it daily
and it’s bearing its fruit as she goes.

And it's all in the name of the Maker;
the linen, the wine, and the shame.
He's keeping His eye on the ‘faker’,
and He loves ‘em all just the same.

And the road, she's hilly
for a hard-drivin’ man,
who is fist is his hand;
Hard-drivin’ man.
And the piper fifes trilly,
as fast run he ran,
playing in the marching band.

Now, woman you know it's your duty
like battlin’ anger is mine,
your cross to carry is beauty
and I'm here to keep you in line.

And the road, she's hilly
for a hard-drivin’ man,
who is fist is his hand;
A hard-drivin’ man.
And the piper fifes trilly,
as fast run he ran,
playing in the marching band.

• Americana
• Rock
• all over
• americana rock alt-folk
• free form
• singer-songwriter
• Minnesota