Inabell Sale Lyrics

Greg Brown Inabell Sale

InaBell is dead, Savior, and we pray that Thou wouldst
give us the strength
To lift her and carry her to her grave. InaBell is
dead, and, Jesus, we'll
Never again hear her gravel-on-the-window voice, her
tail-in-the-door
Voice. We'll never again see her goiter shake like an
old apple in a
Windstorm. InaBell is dead and gone home to Thee, oh
Precious
Lord. Welcome her with open arms and spread 'em wide.
She's dead, oh
Precious Lamb, we're sure of it this time. She went
over in her kitchen
With a thud, scattering her Chicken Surprise for her
ill-tempered, little,
Pop-eyed, slobbering dog, who ate most of it. InaBell
is dead and gone and
Left us here to carry on and carry her big, fat,
annoying ass out to the
Grave and bury her deep so she won't get up even in
dreams to HOLLER HER
INSANE SHIT AT US! THANK YOU, JESUS! THANK YOU, LORD,
FOR TAKING
INABELL!. I bet she was hard to lift, even for Thee.

InaBell is dead. She killed her husband, poor old Pete.
She screamed and
Hollered him to death with her helium woodpecker voice,
pulled at him and
Yelled at him and hit him and screamed at him until he
had fits and slapped
His own face and talked in tongues (talks in tongues)
at the dinner
Table. OH, SWEET JESUS CHRIST! INABELL IS FINALLY
DEAD! HALLELUJAH! HALLELUJAH AND AMEN!

There's a big sale on Tuesday. Big sale on Tuesday, who
will buy her angry
Purse, forty pounds of frozen pot pies? Who will buy
her stiff hairnets
For failed perms, her fly-speckled glasses? Who will
buy her girdle that
Didn't? Who will buy her hippo bra, and her nylons that
woulda fit
Pylons? Hey!
Who'llgivemeanickelwho'llgivemeadimewho'llgivemeanickel
who'llgivemeadime,
Who'll give me sumpin' for this SHIT?! Who'll buy the
little plastic
Church that used to light up, the busted pink
hairdryer, and half a carton
Of menthol cigarettes? Who will buy her cracked bowling
ball and enough
Knickknacks to sink the Titanic?! Who will buy her
sidewalk made out of
Storm doors and cardboard and a blown Pontiac full of
sparrows and
Saplings? Oh, who will buy? Who will buy? Step right
up! Who will
Buy? Who will buy? Who will buy?

Put a big ol' stone on top of her that says, "InaBell
finally shutup and
Kicked the bucket!" Big sale on Tuesday.