| SPOKEN
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| USED TO GO WITH MY GRANDPA UP TO THE TOWN SQUARE, SET HIM DOWN UP THERE ON A PICNIC BENCH AND HE USED TO PLAY CHECKERS WITH THEM OTHER OLD MEN UP THERE.
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| THEY USED TO TELL STORIES BOUT WHEN THEY WERE KIDS. |
| GRANDPA SAYS HE SHOT THE
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| CHIEF OF POLICE WHEN HE WAS NINE YEARS OLD. |
| N' I BELIEVE HIM, CAUSE THEY TELL
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| ME THAT HAZARD, KENTUCKY’S THE BALDEST PLACE IN THE WORLD. |
| WHY, THEY SAY THEY
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| USED TO SIT OUT THERE ON THERE FRONT PORCH, SHOOT THEN REVENUERS WHEN THEY’D
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| COME DOWN THE HOLLOW. |
| SAID THEY WAS SO YOUNG, TOOK TWO O' THEM BOYS TO HOLD THE
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| RIFLE AND ONE TO PULL THE TRIGGER, HYMN! |
| WELL, GRANDPA, HE’D LIE A LITTLE BIT,
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| BUT I’LL TELL YOU, THERE’S A LOT OF STORIES IN HARLAN COUNTY.
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| YEA, FOLKS IN HARLAN COUNTY, LORD, THEY KNEW THAT WE WERE POOR
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| THEY ALWAYS CALLED MY DADDY PREACHER DAN
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| BUT DADDY WEREN’T NO PREACHER, LEAST WAYS I DON’T RECOLLECT
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| NEVER HEAR OF POPPA TALK OF NOTHING' BUT THE LAND
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| AND DADDY WAS A GOD FEARING' FARMER YES HE WAS
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| COULD NOT READ NOR WRITE, LORD, HE COULD BARLEY SPELL HIS NAME
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| DADDY WAS A GOD FEARING' FARMER ALL HIS LIFE
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| SOMEDAY WHEN IM GROWN I’ll BE THE SAME.
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| WELL HE ALWAYS GREW TOBACCO THOUGH HE DID NOT SMOKE HIMSELF
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| HE HAD THE BEST TOBACCO CROP AROUND
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| AND HE NEVER TOUCHED A DROP OF LIQUOR THAT I CAN RECALL
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| PAPA MADE HIS LIVING' ON THE GROUND.
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| YES SUNDAY-GO-TO-MEETING' CALLED FOR MORE THAN HE COULD STAND
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| I GUESS HE FELT AT HOME IN HIS OLD CLOTHES
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| BUT HE NEVER MISSED A SUNDAY TAKING MOMMA TO THE CHURCH
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| MAYBE IT WAS HABIT, LORDS, BUT HEAVEN ONLY KNOWS
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| YEA, FOLKS IN HARLAN COUNTY, LORD, THEY KNEW THAT WE WERE POOR
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| THEY ALWAYS CALLED MY DADDY PREACHER DAN
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| BUT DADDY WEREN’T NO PREACHER, LEAST WAYS I DON’T RECOLLECT
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| NEVER HEAR OF GRANDPA TALK OF NOTHING' BUT THE LAND |