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Well, We moved here from Summers when I was 14 |
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Worked this poor ground for bacon and beans. |
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Landlord told me that hard times were near, |
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Didn't mean a thing cause they're already here. |
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Daylight till dark my works never done, |
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Lord have mercy on the sharecropper's Son.) |
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My Mama's got the fever, and the babies sick too, |
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Daddy's down town just soakin' in the boo's. |
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He's just out of prison and he ain't going back, |
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And a blood hound in Georgia can't follow his track |
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We bought a new Mule brought him up from down south, |
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He can kick tobacco right of your mouth, |
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There's water in the well and its barely out of sight, |
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And i cant take a bath on a Saturday night. |
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Now the crops are all weathered no rain day or night, |
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The preachers here for dinner we ain't got a bite. |
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There's a (??) in our family ten daughter's and a son and papa just told me there'd be another one. |
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