It was 50 degrees in Carrolton
the moment I took my first breath of air
At 8:40 PM he slapped my ass
Dr. Smith said to mom, “well lookie there”
It’s a boy to add to your collection
of crying kids that will need to be fed
Mama took one look and with a big smile
“well now I do declare” was all she said
That miracle of childbirth set my place
as the fourteenth child and the seventh son
Forever known as just one of them kids
of Arlie and Sylvia Brotherton
Now that’s what my birth certificate states
but over the next twenty years or such
I would swear I had to be switched at birth
Cause I didn’t fit in with that crowd much
I know there were many times in my life
my parents would become true believers
that though I looked somewhat like all the rest
there was no way I was their son either
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