| That ol Copperhead, he’s hung for sure
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| With half of its being in the jaw of my cur
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| The other half waving its head in the dirt
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| With just enough venom to do some hurt
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| I can’t save it now, so I watch it die
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| And I thank the Lord for better times
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| Little Box Turtle on the side of the road
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| Half of its shell is gone and broke
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| The other half got where it was going
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| It made just enough road to keep it hoping
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| I can’t save it now, so I watch it die
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| And I thank the Lord for better times
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| Maybe we’ll write
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| Maybe we’ll call
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| Maybe we’ll fall in love again
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| I can’t save it now, so I watch it die
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| And I thank the Lord for every time
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| Half of my life is gone for sure
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| The other half-God willing occurs
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| With just enough left to hope and hurt
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| And just enough sense to know
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| There are some things that I can’t save now
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| But I thank the Lord anyhow |