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Nov 2014
Me and Terry
On a dusty road
Were singing songs
About Dusty Rhodes
We got hell to pay
But that's alright
Terry's got a credit card
A hogleg and a light

Terry, don't put out that hogleg
It's the only one we got

Tonight we're sleeping
In a satellite dish
Looking up at the stars
And making a wish
"If I had my way"
Terry spoke to me
"A thousand more hoglegs
Rolled up fat for me"

But Terry, don't put out that hogleg
It's the only one we got

Come on now, Terry
Look at what you did
Stayed home from school all day long
To kick a fat kid
Terry been a bad boy
Terry been a bad boy
Bad boy, bad boy, whatcha gonna do?
Whacha gonna do when they come for you?

Terry, better not put out that hogleg
It's the only one we got
james arthur casey
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