| Jacky Don Tucker was my daddy’s little brother
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| And at seventeen he jumped the fence
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| He joined a rock 'n roll band, got a tattoo on his hand
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| Granny said he never had a lick of sense
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| 'Cause by the time he turned seven he was a stealin’watermelons
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| Playin’house with the girl next door
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| Drinkin’muscadine wine by the time he was nine
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| Sneakin’out and smokin’cigarettes under the porch
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| He was a melon stealin', cop-a-feelin', daredevil fool
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| A do-it-anywayin', playin’hooky from school
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| A water tower poet, class of '73
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| He’d say by God you better know it if you’re runnin’with me
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| 'Cause I’m a skinny dippin’finger flippin’song of a gun
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| Play by the rules, you gonna miss all the fun
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| He was always drag racin’and he kept the sheriff chasin'
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| But they never caught ole Jacky Don
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| 'Cause he was nobody’s fool, the definition of cool
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| He even cut a donut on the courthouse lawn
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| He created quite a scandal that the locals couldn’t handle
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| When he took up with the preacher’s baby girl
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| They bought a new double wide and on their wedding night
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| Aunt Jenny went to rockin’Uncle Jacky Don’s world
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| Repeat Chorus
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| Play by the rules, you’re gonna miss all the fun
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| Play by the rules, you’re gonna miss all the fun |