Rockin’ in Little Rock

(In the News: Error in Arkansas law allows kids to marry)

Baby, knock them squashed vegetables on the floor and kiss your momma goodbye.

We’re gonna git married while it’s still legal. You can be any age at all in Arkansas and get married as long as you have a parent’s consent, and daddy’s drunk enough to sign anything.

By the time you’re three and I’m six, Baby, we’ll have our own house, and a doll house and a dog house and a pickup truck. This ain’t Kentucky, where we’d have to wait until you’re twelve.

They say they’ll fix that law, but they always say that. Rip off that bib, kid, we’re gonna knock the socks off Little Rock.

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