| I still can remember Pa coming home drunk
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| With the boys from the Union Hall station
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| And it’s hard to believe all the words that I read
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| We are living in God’s favourite nation
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| And I knew he was ill from the size of his pills
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| But he choked on the preacher’s salvation
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| And I know that his blood it still flows in my veins
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| As I fall for each blue-eyed temptation
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| And the razorback woman who stood by his side
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| Is skinny and fixing to die
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| Oh the razorback woman is calling me home
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| And she cries
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| Oh my God how she cries
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| I was only fourteen and my Dad he was mean
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| When his face shined a river of sweat
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| Oh, he started yelling «You'll go straight to hell»
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| And «You're young and your ears are still wet»
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| When the other young boys were enjoying their toys
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| He gave me my first cigarette
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| And I’d like to say that these were the days
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| That my sprung lungs will never forget
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| And the razorback woman who stood by his side
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| Is skinny and fixing to die
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| Oh the razorback woman is calling me home
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| And she cries
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| Oh my God how she cries |