.I grew up in the deep South, and wore dungarees.
We lived in a little shack, and ate bacon grease.
I slept with my sister, and she slept with my pa.
And we kept my little brother in a jar.
I ain't got no moonshine, I ain't got no wife.
Oh Lord help me, rebuild my life.
S.
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