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He lived in an old shanty just past the railroad tracks,
Not many left just two or three worn out old shacks.

But the old saying home is where you hang your hat,
Lot of people don’t know it but there is a lot of truth to that.
 
Just this old one room building was probably the most, old Skeet had ever had,
His virtues are his riches and those are priceless, tis a shame we can’t all be this bad.

Old Skeet never attends church anymore, since someone said they would rather he wouldn’t come back,
But I’ll guarantee you he can quote the Bible, verse by verse and never lose track.

I don’t know of any preacher that knows the Word any better’n old Skeet,
And when we are called to Heavens door I don’t think old Skeet will have to give up his seat.

If old Skeet sees someone needing help, he doesn’t ask he just pitches in,
He lives daily by the Holy Commandments in a world filled with sin.

Old Skeet has seen many a hard winter, but never once have I heard him complain,
He said the Lord has been good, when I was thirsty he furnished me rain.

And when I am weary, He is there too comfort my soul,
No matter what may come or be, he said I know my God is in control.

On the last day we talked he said son I could have been more than what I am today,
But I have peace and compromising God's values is just not my way.

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