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Born in the shadows of a turpentine still
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Raised up believing that a man shouldn¡¯t kill
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Mom and dad taught me to work hard for things I might need
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They made me part of a vanishing breed.
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The Yellow flicker in lifes comparison lands hanging down
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Reminds me of home in the middle of a tiny wood sawmill town
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A six mile walk to school with a blanket of frost on the clay
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Or a brand new shirt from a flour sack to wear on church meeting day.
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I¡¯ve slept on memories of meals mom cooked on a wood burning stove
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And a burden my dad had to beg for a little more credit at the temperance store
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Though we were poor and in the company house where we lived there was no rent
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Even blest with love, some folks can¡¯t find with all the money they¡¯re spent
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Refrain:
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Born in the shadows of a turpentine still
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Raised up believing that a man shouldn¡¯t kill
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Mom and Dad taught me, eat to work hard for things I might need
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They made me part of a vanishing breed.
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The Vanishing Breed
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| Hank Snow |
