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Hillbilly Introduction

For all who have been wondering I'm from the hills of Tennessee I was raised a country boy And as hillbilly as can be My bathroom was an outhouse And I lived on an old dirt road We had no running water And splinters on our comode My Grandpa was a moonshiner And I've smoked a corncob pipe I've done a lot of hunting And even tried hunting snipe We kept our food in a smokehouse And even had a chicken coop Sometimes I had to go out there And clean up all their poop We had a lot of livestock So we processed our own meat And yes, sometimes in the summer, I'd run around in bare feet My neighbors lived down the road a piece With no street lights to light our way I walked home by the moonlight But I knew it would be okay Anyway, that's my story So I know the hillbilly way When you have those mountain roots Then somehow you never stray

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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Date: 3/4/2010 3:02:00 PM
Yes, I loved it too.
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Date: 3/3/2010 8:06:00 AM
nicely done,
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Date: 3/2/2010 12:30:00 PM
Loved it!
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Date: 3/2/2010 6:31:00 AM
There are som pretty "country" gal's on the N.E.'s farms too. Please read Rouge Barbs ;) Light & Love
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