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A young boy is blowing smoke out of his mouth

PUFF-PUFF-PUFF

Around the North Carolina’s red clay Flue-cured tobacco grown it grows Seemingly towed bow down, do as I say Flue-cured tobacco grown it grows Not as I do, I am older than you I smoke if you try to smoke you choke Cough, cough, cough this isn’t a joke Beneath the views, I choose for I do Puff away, cough you say, Burn this not such a puff-puff away Nor give-give awaiting to inhale Boy, back N my day you have, a cigarette in a child’s age You’ll spend a day in jail Flue-cured tobacco grown it grows well Seemingly towed bow down, do as I say Flue-cured tobacco grown it grows bails Not as I do, I am older than you Beneath the views, I choose for I do I smoke if you try to smoke you choke Cough, cough, cough this isn’t a joke Puff, puff, puff cough, cough Them children should N be smokiN puff-PUFF-puff
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