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[Intro]

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   Down in South Carolina, in the piney woods

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   Where they make sweet turpentine

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   There I first saw the light of day

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   Landin' on my mind

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   Runnin' in the sunshine laughing

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   Rollin' in the red dirt crying

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   I said mmmm mmmm

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   Good God have mercy


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   Cannery warehouse baby, I went to school

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   I eat lunch from the cans of our store

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   Heatin' them up on a pot-bellied stove

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   I used to keep out in the cold

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   Sittin' around, you know, just tellin' lies about uh

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   What I'd be when I grew old

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   I said mmmm mmmm

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   Good God have mercy


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   Trestle track, now mama

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   Where the BNN used to haul

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   Freight train caught daddy one day

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   He took a long, long fall

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   I'd only been taught to think on life

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   Never thought on death at all

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   I said mmmm mmmm

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   Good God have mercy


[Solo]


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   Now every Sunday after church

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   There'd be a meeting on the ground

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   Some good soul she would always say

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   It's a shame about Frieda Brown

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   Mama and the ladies they formed a society

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   They run Frieda out of town

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   I said mmmm mmmm

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   Good God have mercy


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   Daddy's on the main line, mama wants him home

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   Daddy's on the main line, the kids all need him home

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   Good God have mercy