Still Here
If there's one thing
my parents knowed:
It was we had
a moral code.
Though mighty poor,
we behaved rich.
With manners taught
o'er a hickory switch.
At the table,
or sittin' on pews,
We sure as heck
knowed t'follow the rules.
Stealin ' and lyin'
just weren't a choice.
Nor cheatin' and fightin'
or raisin' our voice.
The children today're
no better or worse.
Though they might shout
And they might curse.
And though they might
have gone out and lied.
Fact is folks,
morals never have died.
Thankfully...
morals
never have
died.
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