| Summer sun is swinging low
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| Out here in the cotton row
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| Surrounded by my sorrow
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| Summer sun is swinging low
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| Ain’t no mother for my brother and me
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| Lost her back in 63
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| Drowned herself in a sea of Jim Beam
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| Ain’t no mother for a brother and me
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| Hook
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| So I’m burnin' the woodshed down
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| Going to burn it to the ground
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| Going to kick the ashes all around
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| I’m burnin' the woodshed down
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| Daddy beat me black and he beat me blue
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| Broke his hickory stick in two
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| God only knows what I’m bound to do
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| Daddy beat me black and he beat me blue
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| Hook
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| So I’m burnin' the woodshed down
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| Going to burn it to the ground
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| I’m going to kick the ashes all around
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| I’m burnin' the woodshed down
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| I’m going to show that man just want I mean
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| Pour out this can of kerosene
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| I’m going to toss a match into the breeze
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| I’m going to show that man just want I mean
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| Hook
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| Hey I’m burnin' the woodshed down
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| Going to burn it to the ground
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| I’m going to kick the ashes all around
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| I’m burnin' the woodshed down
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| I’m going to kick the ashes all around
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| I’m burnin' the woodshed down |