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Lucas was a redneck through and through |
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Drinkin' and fightin' was all the boy knew |
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Born with a corncob in his mouth |
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In Tupelo Mississippi way down south |
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His daddy died drunk with a belly fulla rum |
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His mama died waitin' for a miracle to come |
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People said |
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The boy's born to be a bum |
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Hangin' around with the rest of the riff-raff |
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Down at the pool hall on Main Street |
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Wearin' a red bandana and a sweaty ol' straw hat |
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Union-All coveralls, dirty bare feet |
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One half stupid and the other half dumb |
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Born to live and die in a sharecropper's slum |
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People said |
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The boy's born to be a bum |
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Who's gonna cry when ya die, Lucas |
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Who's gonna miss ya when you're gone |
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Will it be the black man you call the nigger |
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The hippie that'cha beat up just 'cause you was bigger |
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Will the riff-raff laugh at the epitaph on your tombstone |
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Betcha says "Here lies Lucas, born to be a bum... |
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...Died like his daddy with a belly fulla rum" |
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Now who's gonna cry when ya die, Lucas |
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Who's gonna miss ya when you're gone |
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Will it be the black man you call the nigger |
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The hippie that'cha beat up just 'cause you was bigger |
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Will the riff-raff laugh at the epitaph on your tombstone |
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I'll Betcha says "Here lies Lucas, born to be a bum... |
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...Died like his daddy with a belly fulla rum" |
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UHHHHHHHH! |
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Goodbye, Lucas... |
