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Going bread and butter milk |
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And better clean your plate |
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He lived through the great war |
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And came back to his home state |
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Married his young sweet heart |
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Never would complain |
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The world it keeps on changing |
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But he did never change |
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Depression era |
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Lived to tell the tale |
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Depression era |
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And he don't never fail |
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The boy you called him daddy |
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Has grown in different ways |
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The things that made him happy |
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Have long since gone away |
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Depression era |
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Kicked in in red clay mud |
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Depression era |
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Survival's in his blood |
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Biscuits and gravy digs all the way |
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Fought in the navy and made it back this way |
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Loved his beautiful wife now he's full of hurt |
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A method to his daughters life |
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But he don't give the church |
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Depression era |
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Some things never fade |
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Depression era |
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In the modern age |
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He always rose above it |
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But nothing's as it seems |
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Anger has its pitfalls |
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Like living in your dreams |
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His dreams they are fading |
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He'll make a final stand |
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He'd never hit a lady |
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But he just might kill a man |
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Depression era |
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Lived to tell the tale |
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Depression era |
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He don't never fail |
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He don't never fail |
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He don't never fail |
