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7 This little girl I'm goin' with, Tells everything I do, my love. Tells everything I do.
8 If you don't quit those rough, rowdy ways, Goin' be in some county jail, some day, Goin' be in some county jail.
9 Oh, look up and down that long, lonesome road, Hang down your head and cry, my love, Hang down your head and cry.
"Talkin* about brogans, they was a lasty shoe and a cheap shoe. The first fair I ever had I borrowed from my mammy because my first boy friend had asked me to go to church and I was ashamed to go without shoes. These old brogans was patched up with ground hogys hide because his hide was awful strong, strong enough for shoestrings. When I walked into the church house with my sweetheart, one of the Bowlins, I got the ring of the preacher's voice, and it was my daddy. My daddy was set against the whole Bowlin race, and I knew he'd kill me if he found me with A If. He had done already said, cPll kill my child and bury her before Pll let her blood be mixed with a Bowlin's? So when I heard my daddy's voice, I took off those old patched brogans and ran all the way home in my bare feet J' |
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