Getting married on red dirt can be a real treat
But sometimes care must used to beat the heat
Before air conditioners when I was to marry
Thermometer at 112 did not allow time to tarry
For hound dogs in the back of pickup trucks
Needed shade and water like a bunch of ducks
So vows were said and they lasted a lifetime
Preacher and guests were home by mealtime
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