—Johnny Bond
Honey you do the dishes and I'll feed the old sow
Also the chickens and our one Jersey cow
Take down your curlers and powder your nose
Big time at Jones's place, so wear your best clothes.
Chorus:
There'll be no evening gowns, not even a tux
They'll come in wagons, buggies, and pickup trucks
We'll do square dancing under kerosene lights
We'll wear our glad rags tonight, my honey,
We'll wear our glad rags tonight.
Sylvester Cunningham will fiddle a tune
Red-headed kids will swipe away his spittoon
They'll run and hide behind a bale of hay
But that old settin' hen will scare them away.
Chorus:
Look for me beside the the old cider keg
I'll set my cup down and we'll both shake a leg
Never a ballroom had a prettier sight
We'll wear our glad rags tonight, my honey,
We'll wear our glad rags tonight.
Verse:
| VI | VI | VI | VI |
| II | II | II | II |
| V | V | V | V |
| I | I | I | I |
Chorus:
| VI | VI | VI | VI |
| II | II | II | II |
| IV | IV#dim | I | VI |
| II | V | I | I |