.I remember mama swinging that screen door open bringing a cold glass of sweet tea for daddy's hand
A hard day's work and family restin', me and him and brother gettin' hungry for what's cookin' in mama's pan
After supper out there pickin' singin' hymns into the night. That's the kind of simp.
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