Well I bragged and said
I had A women that
We were poor when I was young'un
I don't remember ever
I hate rap, I hate rap
Couldn't drive me crazier
Abilene airport 6 am
He had a teary little woman hangin'
I hitchhiked up to Memphis, a young boy in my
Chorus:
She never cried when Old Yeller died
She wasn't washed in
I hated like the devil
to tell her we were through
I
It was a hot Sunday mornin'
Middle of July
The choir was
I'm up and gone everyday at dawn just a workin'
Well, I raised in a sophisticated kind of style
Yeah,
I remember waking in the morning
To the sound of a
I remember waking in the morning
To the sound of the
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