The old man was a good man, he raised his children right
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taught us how to work hard and showed us how to fight
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told me about the good lord and when to use a gun
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made me very proud of where it is that I come from
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Chorus
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When I die put my bones in the dixiee dirt
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look down on my smilin' I don't want no feelins' hurt
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all I leave behind me is this ragged old guitar
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I may not change the world but I'm gonna leave a scar
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years they rolled on by, the old man turned me loose
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waycross town I learned about them sad old country blues
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taught me how to pour out mmy heart and try to make it rhyme
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told me not to ever break but one law at a time
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chorus
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bridge
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I hope you wear me on your memory like a faded old tattoo
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I might not make the history book but I'll burn a page or two
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Leave A Scar
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| Blackberry Smoke |
