Poor Slave
So darn poor
Even the slaves took pity
And the devil stole my moonshine
Swing me down to the river
Blue monday mothers child
The world left behind
turned it's back on
Cotton picking corn husk fingers
Brother of the necklace rope
Swinging from the Joshua tree
Tennessee , Mississippi , Louisville
Sweet home Alabama
In Birmingham they sure do love the governors
Copyright © Christopher Flaherty | Year Posted 2020
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