| Ungr Ungr Ungr
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| Down in West Cow Parish 'bout twenty miles from Arkansas
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| Lived a man and his wife and four or five childrens
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| The wierdest people I ever saw
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| Old man Willis
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| That’s what everybody called him
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| He used to chase his young’uns and his wife
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| With his Jim Bowie huntin' knife
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| He had four coons a cat and a hound dog
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| They stayed in the same house with him
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| They ate from his dinner table
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| Drank from his water bucket
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| Slept in the same bed with him
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| Old Man Willis
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| Where do ya’all come from
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| He used to chase his youg’uns and his wife
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| With his double bladed sharp knife
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| Lord mama says she thought the man was crazy
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| Daddy said he’s just a drunk
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| Lord and some people say that he made his livin'
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| Making whiskey in the Beff River swamps
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| Old Man Willis
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| Where do you get your BRead
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| He used to chase his young’uns and his wife
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| With his double bladed huntin' knife
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| Lord we’d see him a comin' down a dirt road
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| In his forty-nine Pontiac
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| Just to getting it!
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| And mama would holler ya’all get under the house
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| Cause Mr. Willis drives like a maniac
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| Old Man Willis
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| Why do you drive so bad?
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| He finally caught his young’uns and his wife
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| And slate them with his huntin' knife
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| Lord have mercy
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| Willis! |
| no no |