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Jeffrey K was a friend of mine
Talked bout truckin all the time Two or more axles some tires and fuel Jeffrey K‘d be a driving fool. Concrete, blacktop sand and soil Most the time he’d be covered in oil Imagine everybody here has understood Specially since he’s probly climbed in your hood Wrenchin on your starter or pulling your brakes He was helping a friend he’d do whatever it takes Neighborhood lawn man, what a nut case Y’all remember the lawnmower race? Jeffrey K was a friend of mine I’ll remember my friend till the end of time Thanks everybody for being here As Jeffrey would say, “Let me buy you a beer”
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