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Where's Home
My grandaddy done went 'n tole me Son ain't no reason ta gits skeered Hosses air jist a little bigger Thin what pets youse had back thar. Now my Ma 'n Pa got married 'N off to a big town they goes 'N all them yars theys done tole me I's 'll takes youse back home. They war always skeered Never lets me go no whar Never lets me has no friens er pets Jist made me stays up stairs. They done went 'n died 'N lefts me all 'lone Folks jist went 'n boxed me up 'N sends me back ta my Ma's home. I never seed my granpa Don't knows nuthin 'bout no rench My folks never lets me out Aint never had no pets. Now I's fines myself out here with him 'N the first thin he went 'n done Tooks me ta the barn with him 'N sits me on somethin he calls roan. I's only six yars ol' 'N it's a long ways down from here Thin he takes hole of a rope 'N thin I gits really skeered. I's ain't gots nuthin ta hangs on ta 'N I's slidin side ta side Than granpa jumps up behine me 'N takes me fer a ride. He done had his arms round me I's wasn't skeered then a tall Fer they was stong 'n warm I's knowed I wouldn't fall. That war many yars ago Now granpa he's done gone I's still out here on the rench It'll always be my home.
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