From the recording Pocket Pair
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