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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.
it didn't bother my mother, 'cus we kept him in a jar.
I ain't got no moonshine, i ain't got no wife.
oh lord help me, rebuild my life.
since i was a young boy, travelled far from home.
oh lord don't let me die on my own.
I ended up in prison, down in tennessee.
there were 14 bad dudes, in the cell with me.
i felt so dirty, i felt like a pig.
got raped in the showers by mr big.
Now my life's nearly over, it's been a pain.
and my eyes are getting bad, i didn't see that train.
now as i lay dying, i hear coyote hoots.
but it's two drunk indians, and they've stole my boots.