| She was born early a brill child
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| Folks didn’t think she’d make nine
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| She made a year started going blind but the conjure said just in time
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| Just in time
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| She was headed for an early grave took her to her grandma’s place
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| Nothing left for them to try left her there to live or die
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| Her Grandma lived back in the swamp
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| Couldn’t get to it with a boat
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| The savage shack up on stilts strong little house her grandpa built
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| She got stronger found her way helped her grandma around the place
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| Her eyes had turned the palest green threw her voice and make her scream
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| Once a month she’d take the boat go through the swamp to a little dirty road
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| She’d walk into town for their supplies keep her hat down low on her eyes
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| She felt uneasy on the town men would look her up and down
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| She was coming down no doubt about it
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| She never had a man never thought about it
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| Never had a man
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| Two men rolled out of town in an old pickup just about sundown
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| They were drinking a lot of shine bad intentions on their mind
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| She came walking down the road moon was up and hanging low
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| She was humming a little song but she knew something terrible had gone wrong
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| A man was laying in her boat
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| Cottonmouth snakes took to his throat
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| A panther came from the trees took the other one at the knees
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| She drug em both back into the boat
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| Paddled back into the swamp
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| Halfway back to the shack
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| She dropped them off for a gator snack
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| Country town |