| My parents, they up and passed when I was none then three
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| I forced myself onto my brother, I made him watch me swell
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| And when we’d sit 'round the kitchen table
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| He would whip out his brand new blade
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| He’d scratch out words in the wood of the table
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| I never could tell what they say
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| But I could tell they were dirty. |
| Dirty, dirty
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| Lord they were dirty. |
| Dirty. |
| Dirty, dirty
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| Lord they were
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| I brought them words on down to the elementary
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| I pull them boys behind the elementary wall
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| And I spoke them words hard--yes, I did
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| When my brother was a child he was given an animal
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| He raised it up to be a big black bull;
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| It never did low or pitch or sway
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| It never ride on the back of a flatbed
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| It looked like one of them Great Caesars
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| And when we go to the McCintyres'
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| The McCintyres gots a pen with a she-cow
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| And when that she-cow saw his chariot arrivin'
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| She gave the bull her big soft cowy eyes
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| And then she started talkin' to him
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| And she was talkin' dirty. |
| Dirty, dirty
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| Lord she was dirty. |
| Dirty. |
| Dirty, dirty
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| Lord she was
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| Then the big back bull he fell down hard off the flatbed
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| He forced himself inside the pen with the she-cow
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| He stood up tall on two legs
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| Like a man does
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| He swoll himself up hard
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| Me myself, I stood up tall on the flatbed
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| You see, I pitched when I saw them sway
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| And when that bull he came back down to four legs
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| My brother forced himself on me in the flatbed
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| He handed me his brand new blade, he said
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| «Scratch out the word on the wood of the flatbed.»
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| And I did…
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| When I, when I was none, I fell out my mama
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| I was her breach-born son, I come backwards
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| And when the calf come, it come, like I come
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| It come backwards
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| And my brother, he called the calf my name
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| And its mother, she called the calf my name
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| My brother, he called the calf my name
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| And its mother, she called the calf my name |