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Turpentine and dandelion wine |
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I've turned the corner and I'm doin' fine |
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Shootin' at the birds on the telephone line |
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Pickin' em off with this gun of mine |
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I got a fire in my belly |
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And a fire in my head |
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Goin' higher and higher |
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Until I'm dead |
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Sister Sue, she's short and stout |
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She didn't grow up - she grew out |
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Mama says she's plain but she's just bein' kind |
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Papa thinks she's pretty but he's almost blind |
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Don't let her out much 'cept at night |
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But I don't care 'cause I'm all right |
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Oh, the sun shines bright on |
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My Old Kentucky Home |
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And the young folks roll on the floor |
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Oh, the sun shines bright on |
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My Old Kentucky Home |
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Keep them hard times away from my door |
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Brother Gene, he's big and mean |
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And he don't have much to say |
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He had a little woman who he whupped each day |
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But now she's gone away |
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He got drunk last night |
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Kicked mama down the stairs |
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But I'm all right so I don't care |
