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My father spent eighteen years |
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Just to teach me how to hold his beer. |
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My father for fifeen years |
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Was nothing that I'll ever need. |
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High on the Hog |
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High on the Hog |
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High on the Hog |
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High on the. . . |
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My mother taught me how to sew |
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She taught me, how I'll never know |
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My mother taught me how to read |
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But my father taught me how to bleed. |
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High on the Hog |
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High on the Hog |
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HIgh on the Hog |
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High on the. . . |
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My girl taught me how to drink. |
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My girl taught me how to smoke. |
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My girl of eighteen years |
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Taught me everything I need to know |
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High on the Hog |
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High on the Hog |
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High on the Hog |
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High on the. . . |
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My dog taught me how to scratch |
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My dog he rakes and snatch |
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My dog taught me how to run |
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Hard through the grass it's the way of the world |
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High on the Hog |
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High on the HOg |
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High on the Hog |
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High on the. . . |
