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My old man
He said to me
He said
Son
There are those
That get bought
And those
That do the buying
Well enough
We never did
See eye to eye
And I always wished
That good ol' boy
Could cound past two
Love it or leave it
Black or white
That's the way it is
Fundamental
Absolute
I wish I
Could be as clever
Never did
Buy that bill of goods