I was born and raised down in Alabama
On a farm way back up in the woods
I was so ragged the folks used call me patches
Papa used to teas me about it
But deep down inside
He was hurt because he done all he could do
My papa was a great old man
I can see him with a shovel in his hand digging
Education he never had
But he did wonders when the time got bad
A little money from the crops he raised
Helped pay the bills we made
For months he'd been sick and down in the dumps
When he tried to get up life would...
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