From the recording Pocket Pair

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Music and lyrics by Esther Wheaton

Lyrics

Can’t do this, can’t do that, you once worked on a railroad track
Who’s to say what you can’t do, I won’t hear that coming from you

Who taught you to say can’t?
Well, it wasn’t your mother
With her bright red hair
And her jaw so stubborn

Can’t do this, can’t do that, you once trapped a wildcat
Cashed the bounty for its skin but oh the trouble you got in

Can’t do this, can’t do that, married young in your good felt hat
Moved your family away out west, you did the things you thought was best

Can’t do this, can’t do that, two little kids all dressed in plaid
Gave your daughter your favourite name, infused your son from a prisoner’s vein

Can’t do this, can’t do that, dug a basement with your hands
Put your house on sticks so it would roll, you pushed your home right over that hold