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Turned off the tv |
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Sat down to dinner |
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Phone rang, we were saying grace |
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Grand ma died |
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Left us sixty acres |
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The last of the old home place |
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Sixty acres up on the cap rock |
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What am I supposed to do with that |
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Uncle Claude got a eight wheeled tractor |
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Plow it under in nothing flat |
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We could plant some maize |
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We could plant some cotton |
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We could plant some oats just to see if they'd grow |
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But I don't like farming |
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Don't like the hours |
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Don't like a life that goes so slow |
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(chorus) |
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Glory glory |
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Hallelujah |
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Right back atcha |
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Hope that'll do ya |
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Don't look at me like theres something I shouldn't a'said |
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Just cause that old bird's dead |
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Now cousin Clifford |
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He got the good land |
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Right on the highway out by Air Base road |
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Looks like a Wal-Mart waiting to happen |
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I mean to tell you it's a pot of gold |
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It's in the city limits, zoned commercial |
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Got city water and a sewer line |
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What with the base expanding from consolidation |
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It's worth a fortune and it oughta been mine |
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(chorus) |
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Glory glory |
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Hallelujah |
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Right back atcha |
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Don't she look natural? |
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Don't look at me like there's |
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Something growing outa my head |
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Just cause that old bird's dead |
