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“I can do all things through Christ which strengtheneth me” Embroidered on the back of his letterman jacket Hanging from the kitchen chair where he sits Practicing chords while the **** cooks to crank In the trailer back of his momma’s house Where she lets him live while he looks for work They didn’t treat him right at the truck stop His uncle might get him on at the mill A crankster wankster twanging out his art Unless the Cossaks find out about…                                                                        “Who’s there…?”
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Nov 16, 2018
Nov 16, 2018 at 12:13 PM UTC
Three Chords and a **** Lab
“I can do all things through Christ which strengtheneth me” Embroidered on the back of his letterman jacket Hanging from the kitchen chair where he sits Practicing chords while the **** cooks to crank In the trailer back of his momma’s house Where she lets him live while he looks for work They didn’t treat him right at the truck stop His uncle might get him on at the mill A crankster wankster twanging out his art Unless the Cossaks find out about…                                                                        “Who’s there…?”
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Nov 16, 2018
Nov 16, 2018 at 12:13 PM UTC
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