.When I was just my poppa's son
He would beat me in the head with the butt of a gun
It was just about a mile, a mile or so
Down from where the corncobs grow
Cuz when the cotton bolls get rotten
You can't pick a whole lot of cotton
When I was a lad I polished my wood
Pappa cau.
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