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
May 1, 2016
May 1, 2016 at 8:31 AM UTC
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
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