Ivy creepin' up the old gravestone
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Ivy creepin' up the old gravestone
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Willow tree swayin' like a ghost 'neath the yellow moon
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That big black train is moanin' in the stockyard
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That big black train is moanin' in the stockyard
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Devil bury daddy down deep in hell
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The last time I saw him, he was dead drunk
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Leavin' in a box car
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I'm one mean orphan hitchin' through the badlands
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I'm one mean orphan hitchin' through the badlands
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With a cracked and faded picture of the man I call Dad
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When I find you, you're gonna know it
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You're gonna sleep right next to your wife, man
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I'm gonna teach you a lesson your kid has learned
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Never go back on your word
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I never knew my Dad
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But I still want to meet him
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I'm gonna tell that man,
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"There is some blood on your hands"
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I never knew my Dad
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But I still want to meet him
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I'm gonna tell that man
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Whether you loved us or not
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Garbage is stuff you throw out
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Can't stop coughin' and my hat's filled with rain
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Can't stop coughin' and my hat's filled with rain
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I got hunger burnin'
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Like a fever in my brain
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Ma got frail and I watched her suffer
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Ma got frail and I watched her suffer
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Now she's dead and her blood's on your hands
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I swore to her I'd hunt you down and bury you
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Right next to her on our land
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I never knew my Dad
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But I still want to meet him
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I'm gonna show that man
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Whether you loved us or not
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Garbage is stuff you throw out
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I'm just the son you don't want
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Hazel, South Dakota
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| Cherry Poppin' Daddies |
