Right or Wrong, I'll Always Love Ya, Deanie Darlin'!

Awwwww, dang it Deanie, when ya gonna get it thru that pretty head of yers that I'm not one to fergit ya! An' don't give it a second thought 'bout takin' so long to write. I know you've got a life, sweet-heart, an' I hope it's a good'un. 'Sides ol'Bud's a man who knows how to keep hisself busy. 'Member I took over my daddy's farm? So's there's always a million chores I gotta do. The good news is 'ats what keeps my biceps, triceps, in fact all my 'ceps lookin' so lean 'n mean 'n trim. My muscles have known real work as opposed to them sissy city slickers who've never known the joys of bustin' a gut.

Humperbert Engeldinck!!! Gal, that t'wern't no dream, 'at t'were a full-blown bona-fidy night-mare!!!! Lordy!!! The only worse thang I kind think of is dreamin' 'bout that Michael Bolton sissy boy singin' opera! Naw, jest kiddin'. I've actually bin to an Humperbert Engeldinck show. Yup, people actually go to'em 'n live to tell the tale. Jest jokin'. Lemme tell ya somethang, that Humperbert Engeldinck's actually a multi-talented, professional entertainer who looks mighty fine in a tux, not that he's my type a coursin', so's ya don't need to be even a lil'bit jealous.

Anyways, my Deanie darlin', I always enjoy hearin' from ya no matter when that may be. I read your last notes to me with all the care 'n 'tention I devote to all your 'dorable missives. I always enjoy a good pop quiz, too, even tho' I flunked outta college if'n ya 'member our story-line. You wuz always the brains of this operation, 'ats for sure. Still, I'm a man who loves a challenge. Don't you, darlin'?!

Even tho' yer P.S.'in left me off'n the hook, I don't want there to be any misunderstandin's 'twixed us. A real man don't take the easy way out. I don't wanna disappoint ya, but I don't wanna mislead ya either. Just as I know ya ain't gotta ounce o'mallet in that sweet skull a yourn, I never wanna cause ya a moment's grief, either. Yer far too sweet 'n precious fer that. I believe that honesty's the best 'n only policy when ya truly care for someone.

So, I jest want ya to know that I don't think I'm who ya think I am, either. I'm so sorry to be a disappointin' ya. I think that must be the case 'cuzzen I'm never who anyone thinks I am. I'm kinda a mystery man in that regard. If'n the truth be tole, I purfur it that way. Yup, yer Bud's a real shy guy. The best ones are ya know. Why, the wall-flowers jest jump out 'at ya in a crowd compared to me. Yup, I'm the invisible kind of quiet, sincere genneleman who gits kicked to the curb whilst the wommen folk stampede for all them low-down dirty rats with all that hard-hearted-love'em-'n-leave'em-cryin'-sex-appeal. In other words, darlin', I'm not a musician, tho I kin whistle a mighty fine tune 'er two. Dixie's my fortay. If'n ya'd like to hear it sum'time, I'll be happy to wet my whistle fer ya whenever ya want.

When ya asked me to google ya, I did 'n got "Deanie's Seafood Restaurant," "Darlin' Deanie the Pug," an' "I Dream of Deanie," which is all about that Superman actor Dean Cain. 'Bout this time I began to suspect I hadda lil'problemo. So's I googled ya again 'an found our movie poster with that most bootiful picher of ya, wearin that rose-colored dress that set off'n yer dark curly hair 'n eyes so gorgeous like. Even yer nails were painted to match, which is real 'tention to detail 'n so ladylike, it like to took my breath away. Couldn't see the color of yer eyes 'cuz they're closed real dreamy-like as yer leanin' 'gainst my broad-shouldered lapel 'n there I am, hopelessly in love with you, wearnin' my best brown Sunday go-to-meetin' suit. I figured that jest hadda be the picher you meant. So, rose-colored's my answer, Deanie darlin', yup, my final answer, rose-colored to match my rose-colored glasses. In yer heart, darlin', please just remember, right or wrong, I'm still in love with you.

When yer down and troubled
An' ya need some lovin' care
An' nothin', nothin's goin' right
Close yer eyes 'an think of me
An' soon I will be there
To brighten up even yer darkest night

You jest call out my name - BUD E!!!!
An' you know wherever I am
I'll come runnin' to see you again
Winter, spring, summer or fall
I'll always fall for you, baby
All you have to do is call
Come'on, you've had my number for ages
An' I'll be there
You've got a friend

If'n the sky above you
Grows dark 'n fulla clouds
An' that ol' north wind begins to blow
Keep yer head together
An' call my name out loud - BUD E!!!!
Soon you'll hear me knockin' upon yer door
Restrainin' order or not

Ain't it good to know you've got a friend
When people can be so cold
They'll hurt you and desert you
And take your soul if'n you let'em
Oh, but don't you let'em
Jest say, "NO!," darlin'

You jest call out my name
An' you know wherever I am
I'll come runnin' to see you again
Winter, spring, summer or fall
We're in summer now, FYI
All you have to do is call
Collect is fine by me
And I'll be there
'Cuz you've got a friend

XO
Bud