| They let Bubba out of prison
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| He paid for his crime
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| He didn’t know them bad cheques
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| Could give him so much time
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| Sister’s getting married
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| There’s a shotgun on the groom
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| Hope they finish the wedding vows
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| Before the baby’s due
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| Harry’s in the closet
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| He’s been there all his life
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| Everybody wonders
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| Why he never took a wife
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| We owe a lot of bills
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| Trying to live beyond our means
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| Ain’t got a pot,
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| But we got cable TV,
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| CHORUS
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| But it’s our family
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| Full of skeletons and ghosts
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| And even with our strange relatives
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| It’s the one we love the most
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| There may be a bunch of nuts
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| Up our family tree
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| Yeah we may all be crazy
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| But it’s still our family
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| Grandpa’s got a girlfriend
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| A woman half his age
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| Grandma laughs about it But I sense the silent rage
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| And Uncle Burt still thinks
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| He’s on the grand old armoury
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| That fever from the war
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| Left him living in a dream
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| We buried Great Ann-Martha
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| Out the forest lawns today
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| Now I think I know why
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| They Called Great Ann-Martha great
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| The church was full of strange men
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| Mama called it a disgrace
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| She said they should have wiped that
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| Smile off Great Ann-Marthas face
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| Chorus
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| But it’s our family
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| Full of skeletons and ghosts
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| And even with our strange relatives
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| It’s the one we love the most
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| There may be a bunch of nuts
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| Up our family tree
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| Yeah we may all be crazy
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| But its still our family |