| Back in southern Virginia
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| There lived a legend of a man,
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| he took to runnin corn whiskey
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| all across this land
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| His name was Claude Jones,
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| made of nothing but skin and bones,
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| and he had a hair triggered temper,
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| he could change as quick as weather
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| Claude Jones, Claude Jones,
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| don’t leave your family alone
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| When you’re born a free born man,
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| apart from Uncle Sam,
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| y’know you gotta take that money any way that you can
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| Wake up, get up and go!
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| drink up, yeah put on a show!
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| before they bury you in the sand
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| You’ll be standing just singing in that sun
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| while other bootleggers their lives are one and done
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| think about your family Claude now you’re dead and gone
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| and may they be worthy to grace this land you walked upon
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| Claude Jones, Claude Jones, Claude Jones
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| so you will always live on
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| Solo
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| When you’re born a free born man,
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| apart from Uncle Sam,
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| y’know damn well you take that money any way that you can
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| Wake up, get up and go!
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| drink up, put on a show!
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| before they bury you in the sand
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| You’ll be standing Claude singing in that sun
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| while other bootleggers y’know their lives are one and done
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| just think about your family Claude now you’re dead and gone
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| and may they be worthy to grace this land that you walked upon
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| Claude Jones, Claude Jones, Claude Jones
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| so you will always live on |