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#11 |
Dad Jokester Supreme
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It's just an old double barrel twelve
The stock is cracked and it kick's like hell It wouldn't mean what mean's to me, to no one I can still hear his voice when I put it to my shoulder A guns like a woman son, it's all how you hold her He taught me a whole lot more than how to hunt And one of these days I'll pass it on to my grandson My Granddaddy's gun
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...So don't sit upon the shoreline and say you're satisfied, Choose to chance the rapids and dare to dance that tide |
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