| Babe’s done got himself down again
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| Thinkin' rain an' wait a storm for washin' the land
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| Mercy worked lord and changed his name
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| Baptized for grain and religion didn’t grow no seeds and it’s all on me
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| Half the time I’m medlin' with a shotgun and a scarecrow
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| My friend the evenin' finds me alone
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| Half the time I’m medlin' with a shotgun and a scarecrow
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| My friend the evenin' finds me alone
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| Wake up take down all I have
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| For feedin' my calves and the hounds a bayin' at the back door
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| All day frettin' and stackin' hay
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| And keep a bed for our corn is dyin' in the fields
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| Change from scorchin' sun…
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| Switch the crops for the land to please and it’s all o |