| When I was a kid Uncle Remus he put me to bed
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| With a picture of Stonewall Jackson above my head
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| Then daddy came in to kiss his little man
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| With gin on his breath and a Bible in his hand
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| He talked about honor and things I should know
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| Then he staggered a little as he went out the door
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| I can still hear the soft southern winds in the live oak trees
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| And those Williams boys they still mean a lot to me
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| Hank and Tennessee
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| I guess we’re all gonna be what we’re gonna be
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| So what do you do with good ole boys like me
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| Nothing makes a sound in the night like the wind does
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| But you ain’t afraid if you’re washed in the blood like I was
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| The smell of Cape Jasmine through the window screen
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| John R. and the Wolfman kept me company
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| By the light of the radio by my bed
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| With Thomas Wolfe whispering in my head
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| I can still hear the soft southern winds in the live oak trees
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| And those Williams boys they still mean a lot to me
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| Hank and Tennessee
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| I guess we’re all gonna be what we’re gonna be
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| So what do you do with good ole boys like me
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| When I was in school I ran with a kid down the street
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| And I watched him burn himself up on Bourbon and speed
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| But I was smarter than most and I could choose
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| Learned to talk like the man on the six o’clock news
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| When I was eighteen Lord I hit the road but it really didn’t matter how far I go
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| I can still hear the soft southern winds in the live oak trees
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| And those Williams boys they still mean a lot to me
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| Hank and Tennessee
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| I guess we’re all gonna be what we’re gonna be
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| So what do you do with good ole boys like me
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| Yeah what do you do with good ole boys like me |