against the wind…

we were farting against the wind.

don’t know how and i don’t know when.
that odor is comin back to me again.
i remember you sittin on that fence
heating beans and shovelin them in

yeah, it seems so long ago now
you ate beans and i rode a cow
we were cowboys in Maine and we were darned high-brow

is that scent still in your hair?
the one that my ass put there?
those days are gone but i still have your underwear

against the wind
we were farting against the wind