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His daddy was an honest man, red dirt Georgia farmer
His mamma lived her short life, having kids and baling hay
He had fifteen years, an ache inside to wander
He hopped a freight in Waycross, and wound up in L.A.
Lord the cold nights had no pity on a Waycross Georgia farmboy
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