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I never picked cotton
But my mother did
And my brother did
And my sister did
And my daddy died young
Workin' in the coal mine

When I was just a baby
Too little for a cotton sack
I played in the dirt
While the others worked
'Til they couldn't straighten up their backs
I made myself a promise
When I was big enough [bad word] 
That I'd never stay a single day
In that Oklahoma sun

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Folks said I grew up early
And that the farm couldn't hold me then so
I stole ten bucks and a pickup [bad word] 
And I never went back again
Then it was fast cars and whiskey
Long haired girls and fun
I had everything that money could bring
And I took it all with a gun

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It was Saturday night in Memphis
When a redneck grabbed my shirt
When he said go back to your cotton sack
I left him dying in the dirt
They'll take me in the morning
To the gallos just outside
And in the time I got
There ain't a [bad word] of alot
That I can look back on with pride

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