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May 2016
I wasn't home that day
When Old Sam came a knockin'
But I got to give 'em credit
For the boldness of his drop in

Cause Oh Ginger she's a cookie
She don't rely on men
And Old Sam he ran off with Sookie
When Junior was 'bout Ten

The Jennings were my neighbors
But the cops they came one night
Ginger she cut young Sammy
With her daddy's switchblade knife

Ya them were the good old days
When lovin' was an art
Livin' in that 1970's
Flint trailer park
Traveler
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Traveler  62/M/Traverse City Mi.
(62/M/Traverse City Mi.)   
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