At the ripe old age of nineteen
I bought a short-bed
I?m a total stranger to a three piece suit
I?m okay
Well, I don?t go out all the time
What kinda fool
He said, beer works but liquor's quicker
And he shot down
Granddaddy was Irish Cherokee
Ran moonshine from here to Tennessee
Spent half
A couple acres on the outskirts
A little fenced in piece
It was a typical black tie country club scene
The band
Grow the tee, shuffle board
Pin ball, he's got the score
That
I met an old man on a Greyhound
On my way
Wake up in the mornin?, get to livin? my life
Makin?
Get ready for the big revival
C?mon everybody get in the
Every Friday evening about sundown
Old Black Jack Fletcher and Mississippi
There's those who turn their nose up
When we play our
Weatherman says, "It might hit 95
September's gonna feel more like
She likes to read her Bible, I like a good
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