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Grand Daddy's good name |
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Fits like a shackle and a chain |
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And all them others, long dead |
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Still hanging round my head |
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Hard working kind of men |
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There's not a one left of them |
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There's only me |
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There's only mine~ |
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I guess we're all the other kind |
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Throwin' dice and dippin' snuff |
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Out in a trailer back in the brush |
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Sippin' Crown and smokin' weed |
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Huntin' hogs and cookin' speed |
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That's how we do it |
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Nowadays |
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'No matter what the teachers used to say |
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Pass judgment if you dare |
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See if any of us care |
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(chorus) |
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You're goddamn right |
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You got no clue |
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So don't tell me I'm dyin' |
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That old black dog has got me down |
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And I can't get loose from Lobo Town |
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The post mistress telling tales |
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While all the blue hairs come get their mail |
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Wonderin' why a boy like me |
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Gets into trouble |
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Well let me see |
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They might be kinder if I were poor |
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But they might only hate me more |
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When they only know you by your car |
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It's who you come from not who you are |
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Two hundred channels on big TV |
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Won't fill the holes inside of me |
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I'm getting twisted |
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I'm getting sick |
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I need some help and I need it quick |
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'Cause I can feel the curtain fall when won't no one return my calls |
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I used 'em hard |
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I used 'em up |
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I never will amount to much |
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(chorus) |
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I'll take the house and the land |
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Gonna list it get what I can |
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Sell the horses |
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Sell the cows |
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Sell 'em all |
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Sell 'em now |
