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Hillbilly Reunion

Here's another Hillbilly story
About how we come together
To have our family reunions
Providing, we have good weather

We all meet up on the mountain
'Course, we all bring some food
Like possum feet and pickled newt
And gizzards, that's freshly stewed

Now, I know what ya'll are thinkin'
How can you eat such stuff?
Don't knock it til you've tried it
We just can't get enough

Family comes from everywhere
As far as three counties away
That's a pretty good distance
But you can walk it in about a day

Grandma comes ready to eat
With her teeth still in the glass
'Course we have to hide the beans
It gives her such terrible gas

Now, sometimes, at these reunions
We get together and dance
And, no, it's not what you're thinkin'
There's no redneck hillbilly romance

Our picnic table is an oak tree stump
And man, that thing is wide
The only problem we ever had
Was from the squirrels that lived inside

See, them squirrels had a habit 
Of trying to swipe our meal
Everytime, we'd look away
They'd find something else to steal

But once they built their courage up
And thought that we'd forgot
We snatched those critters by the neck
And throwed them in the pot

Then, we played our hillbilly games
Like pull the tail on the donkey
Now that game can really be fun
Try it sometime, and you'll see

Well, I guess, I'll end my story here
But there is just one more thing
 Invite us to your reunion
You'll love the food we'll bring

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