| He had a Southern drawl like a red-bone hound
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| Every song he sang was my favorite sound
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| He’d be the last one off if the ship went down
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| Kinda man it feels good to be around
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| Kinda man it feels good to be around
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| Had hair as white as a cotton field
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| And he could spin you a story like a wagon wheel
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| Never went nowhere without a rod and reel
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| Lord I miss that man and I always will
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| I miss that man and I always will
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| He’d see through a lie like an old screen door
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| He taught me how to hunt and how to love the Lord
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| He carried a bible and a .44
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| And they just don’t make 'em like that no more
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| Said, «take what you’ve got and do the best you can
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| Best thing you’ll ever own is a piece of land»
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| Y’all he knew his like the back of his hand
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| He was something else, my old man
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| He was something else, my old man
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| He’d see through a lie like an old screen door
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| He taught me how to hunt and how to love the Lord
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| He carried a bible and a .44
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| And they just don’t make 'em like that no more
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| Saw him strum this thing every chance he could
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| And he left it to me like he said he would
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| If you ask me why it sounds so good
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| It’s 'cause I’m holdin' more than strings and wood
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| I’m holdin' more than strings and wood
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| He’d see through a lie like an old screen door
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| He taught me how to hunt and how to love the Lord
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| He carried a bible and a .44
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| And they just don’t make 'em like that no more
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| No they just don’t make 'em like that no more |