That’s my pa    (video)

 

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1. Now back in the country, where I was born

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    is on a little old hillside farm,

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    my pa raised six kids and one of 'em was me.

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    In the fall of the year when the fields got white,

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    we'd start pickin' cotton about daylight,

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    on Saturday, pa'd take it all to town.

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    And along about dark, everything was still,

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    we could tell it was pa comin' down the hill,

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    'cause he'd rear back and he'd sound off somethin' like this.

 

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Eww, wooo hooo, ha ha ha ha haaa !

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Eww, wooo hooo, ha ha ha ha haaa !

 

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2. Now we'd go out to meet him with a lantern light,

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    'cause the roads got crooked on Saturday night,

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    and he'd come on down the hill, and he'd stop in the yard.

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    He'd sit up there on that wagon seat,

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    and he'd say, Boys, I'm hard to beat,

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    two hundred pounds of steel and twice as hard.

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    Southern, wild, and woolly and full of fleas,

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    and there never been cares for all his needs,

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    and he'd rear back and bellow out a curse or two.

 

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Eww, wooo hooo, ha ha ha ha haaa !

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Eww, wooo hooo, ha ha ha ha haaa ! That's my pa !

 

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3. Jittered up and ready, and about half wild,

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    and I can whip anybody in about half mile,

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    of course there wasn't anybody there, except me and little Skeet.

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    Just as tough as a hickory frier,

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    and I can dive deeper and come up drier,

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    and he did it, too, right off that wagon seat.

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    Oh, it shook him up when he hit the ground,

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    pa got up and looked around,

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    and then ran back and let us have it again.

 

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Eww, wooo hooo, ha ha ha ha haaa !

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Eww, wooo hooo, ha ha ha ha haaa !

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Eww, wooo hooo, ha ha ha ha haaa ....

 

    (Sheb Wooley)