| And July the 12th, it sure was a scorcher
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| Momma she’d fixed some lemonade
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| Sister Beth was sunnin' in the sunshine
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| And baby Coy was playin' in the shade
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| I looked up the road and yonder come a big car
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| That’s something we don’t see much around here
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| Big man said, «Son, where is your pappy?»
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| «He's over in the cornfield not far from here»
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| And they started talkin' over by the rail fence
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| It looked like poppa was a-gettin' mad
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| They walked to the house and poppa was a-cryin'
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| And poppa never cried and I knew it was bad
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| And two weeks later in the Logan County Courthouse
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| Rainin' cats and dogs outside
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| It sure was awful the way momma was a-cryin
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| They say she thought that woman had died
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| And poppa said, «Judge, we tried to raise us up a good boy
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| From a little bitty tot»
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| And Jody never’d go against another womans wishes
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| And that kind of boy I know he’s not
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| And you know the power of the almighty dollar
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| Will come out the winner every time
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| Willie Buchanan done got away with something
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| And then tried to blame that boy of mine
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| And July the 12th, it sure was a scorcher
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| And momma she’d fixed some lemonade
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| And sister Beth was sunnin' in the sunshine
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| Baby Coy was playin' in the shade |