| Recitation:
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| THE OLD MAN WAS COVERED WITH TATTOOS AND SCARS
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| HE GOT SOME IN PRISON AND OTHERS IN BARS
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| THE REST HE GOT WORKING’ON OLD JUNK CARS
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| IN THE DAYTIME
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| THEY LOOKED LIKE TOMBSTONES IN OUR YARD
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| AND I NEVER SEEN HIM WHEN HE WASN’T TIRED AND MEAN
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| HE SOLD USED PARTS TO MAKE ENDS MEET
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| COVERED WITH GREASE FROM HIS HEAD TO HIS FEET
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| CUSSING’THE SWEAT AND THE TEXAS HEAT
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| AND MESQUITES
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| AND THE NEIGHBORS SAID WE LIVED LIKE HICKS
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| BUT THEY BRUNG THEIR CARS FOR PA TO FIX ANYHOW
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| HE WAS VETERAN-PROUD, TRIED AND TRUE
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| HE’D FOUGHT TILL HIS HEART WAS BLACK AND BLUE
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| DIDN’T KNOW HOW HE’D MADE IT THROUGH THE HARD TIMES
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| HE BOUGHT OUR HOUSE ON THE G.I. |
| BILL
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| BUT IT WASN’T WORTH ALL HE HAD TO KILL TO GET IT
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| HE DRANK PEARL IN A CAN AND JACK DANIELS BLACK
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| CHEWED TOBACCO FROM A MAIL POUCH SACK
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| HAD AN OLD DOG THAT WAS TRAINED TO ATTACK
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| SOMETIMES
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| HE’D GET DRUNK AND MEAN AS A RATTLESNAKE
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| AND THERE WASN’T TOO MUCH
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| THAT HE WOULD TAKE FROM A STRANGER
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| THERE WERE THIRTEEN KIDS AND A BUNCH OF DOGS
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| A HOUSE FULL OF CHICKENS AND A YARD FULL OF HOGS
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| I SPENT THE SUMMERTIME CUTTING’UP LOGS FOR THE WINTER
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| TRYING’LIKE THE DEVIL TO FIND THE LORD
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| WORKING’LIKE A NIGGER FOR MY ROOM AND BOARD
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| COAL-BURIN'STOVE, NO NATURAL GAS
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| IF THAT AIN’T COUNTRY, I’LL KISS YOUR ASS
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| IF THAT AIN’T COUNTRY,
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| IT’LL HAIR LIP THE POPE
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| IF THAT AIN’T COUNTRY, IT’S A DAMN GOOD JOKE
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| I’VE SEEN THE GRAND OLE OPRY,
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| AND I’VE MET JOHNNY CASH
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| IF THAT AIN’T COUNTRY, I’LL KISS YOUR ASS
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| RECITATION:
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| MAMA SELLS EGGS AT A GROCERY STORE
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| MY OLDEST SISTER IS A FIRST-RATE WHORE
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| DAD SAYS SHE CAN’T COME HOME ANYMORE
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| AND HE MEANS IT
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| MA JUST SITS AND KEEPS HER SILENCE
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| SISTER, SHE LEFT 'CAUSE DAD GOT VIOLENT
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| AND HE KNOWS IT
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| MAMA SHE’S OLD FAR BEYOND HER TIME
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| FROM CHOPPING TOBACCO AND I’VE SEEN HER CRYING'
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| WHEN BLOOD STARTED FLOWING’FROM HER CALLOUSED HAND AND
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| IT HURT ME
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| SHE’D JUST KEEP WORKING’TRYING’TO HELP THE OLD MAN
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| TO THE END OF ONE ROW AND BACK AGAIN LIKE ALWAYS
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| SHE’S BEEN THROUGH HELL SINCE JUNIOR WENT TO JAIL
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| WHEN THE LIGHTS GO OUT SHE AIN’T NEVER FAILED
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| TO GET DOWN ON HER KNEES AND PRAY
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| BECAUSE SHE LOVES HIM
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| TOLD ALL THE NEIGHBORS HE WAS OFF IN THE WAR
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| FIGHTING’FOR FREEDOM,
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| HE’S GOOD TO THE CORE AND SHE’S PROUD
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| NOW OUR PLACE WAS A GRAVEYARD FOR AUTOMOBILES
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| AT THE END OF THE PORCH THERE WAS FOUR STACKS OF WHEELS
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| AND TIRES FOR SALE FOR A DOLLAR OR TWO
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| CASH
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| THERE WAS FIFTY HOLES IN AN OLD TIN ROOF
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| ME AND MY FAMILY WE WAS LIVING’PROOF
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| THE PEOPLE WHO FORGOT ABOUT POOR WHITE TRASH
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| AND IF THAT AIN’T COUNTRY, I’LL KISS YOUR ASS
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| IF THAT AIN’T COUNTRY, IT’LL HAIR LIP THE POPE
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| IF THAT AIN’T COUNTRY, IT’S A DAMN GOOD JOKE
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| I’VE SEEN THE GRAND OLE OPRY,
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| AND I’VE MET JOHNNY CASH
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| IF THAT AIN’T COUNTRY, I’LL KISS YOUR ASS
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| I’M THINKING TONIGHT OF MY BLUE EYES
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| CONCERNING THE GREAT SPECKLED BIRD
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| I DIDN’T KNOW GOD MADE HONKY-TONK ANGELS
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| AND WENT BACK TO THE WILD SIDE OF LIFE |