| Now he was just a little fella
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| Barely five foot three
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| But he caused a great commotion
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| Down in Ducktown, Tennessee
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| Now it was nothing that the old man did
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| Or one word that he said
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| Fact is, the trouble didn’t start
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| 'Til three days after he was dead
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| It was a military funeral
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| With the family gathered round
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| Come to show the old man honor
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| And to ease him in the ground
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| But murmurs spread among the crowd
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| And the mourner’s blood ran cold
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| When up pulled the big squad car
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| Marked Tennessee State Patrol
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| It was the old man’s youngest son
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| Doing 25 to life
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| For burning down his brother’s trailer
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| And running off with his wife
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| The entire family was divided
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| Held together by a shaky truce
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| And then a woman yelled, «I still love you, Earl»
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| And all hell broke lose
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| Brothers, uncles, sisters, cousins
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| Knifin', fistfights by the dozens
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| Yellin', spittin', bitin', hittin'
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| What a sight to see
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| At the Ducktown knockdown family funeral fight
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| It started in the afternoon and lasted half the night
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| 10 were stabbed, two were shot, nobody walked or talked quite right
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| After the Ducktown knockdown family funeral fight
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| Well, they called out the county Mounties
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| And more highway patrol
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| And after about an hour or two
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| They finally gained control
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| The sheriff said, «This is a disgrace
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| And I’m haulin' all y’all in
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| But not until we brought this service
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| To a decent end»
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| So the Honor Guard stepped forward
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| Fired their rifles in the air
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| An old lady who was snoozin'
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| Jumped and fell out of her chair
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| And as she hit that Astroturf
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| You won’t believe what happened then
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| A boy yelled, «Whoa, they shot grandma»
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| And here we go again
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| Mourners, police, Honor Guard
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| Relatives from near and far
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| Cussin', fussin', bitin', hittin'
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| What a sight to see
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| At the Ducktown knockdown family funeral fight
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| It started in the afternoon and lasted half the night
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| 10 were stabbed, two were shot, nobody walked or talked quite right
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| After the Ducktown knockdown family funeral fight
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| It was the Ducktown knockdown family funeral feud
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| You can’t believe the mayhem and the chaos that ensued
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| Why, they even shot the sheriff, punched out the preacher’s lights
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| At the Ducktown knockdown family funeral fight
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| The Ducktown knockdown family funeral fight |