Lyrics

Mail Order Woman

Her hand grabbed the handle
of that old leather satchel
That contained all her petticoats and dreams
The other clutched the letter
from the fella who would get her
at the station in old Abilene

She's twenty years and seven,
her folks gone to heaven
Just a widow without any means
Then she got that message,
said please come to Kansas
Take the stage that leaves for Abilene

She's a mail order woman
and she's purchased sight unseen
Well she's not much to holler
But fit as a dollar
When she comes it will be C. O. D.
She's a mail order woman
and her beauty is sometimes unseen
With her suitcase and letter
She got from that fella
says please come to old Abilene

There be church on Sundays
We'll stary work on Mondays
and Saturday nights if you please
On the porch swing together
We'll discuss the weather
Then I'll ride to town for a drink

There'll be lots of hassles
and no frills or tassels
a strong able man I will be
Together we'll endeavor
to always stay together
No matter how hard times might be