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My daddy works a lot and is much too tired to play Specially when he's late, from working all the day. Sometimes in the mornings, he’s too sick to go to work So he moans and groans and stays in bed 'cause his head really hurts. Lots of times I guess, Momma feels really bad too Guess,‘cause she worries, about well, you know who. Momma has accidents and she hurts herself a lot Things like, falling down steps or slippin’ on a sock. She doesn’t lie I know, Momma tells the truth He kicked me to the hog pen, with his brogan boot! And just last week, while in the living room He hit little brother with Momma's big ole broom. My older brother was smart, when he got hit he'd run Daddy’d look at us others, “You boys want you some?!” Lucky me, I was only three when I saw my momma’s ghost She was screaming and naked, running up the coast. Daddy was chasiner, they musta’ been in a race I could see the wanttowin, all over momma’s face The cars all ran good; they drink, as much as they could That is; Momma and Daddy, but no more than they should “Scooterpootin”, they called it, when they’d go out at night They’d get all drank and sloppy, man they looked a site It sure is getiin hard to type, gettin hard to think ScuuSE mE while I goback 'ere, and gett another drink
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