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. The *** Down Show Down Old Grandpa tune his fiddle with pride. Uncle Joe on the old banjo Dad he was willing to go on the old washtub. I had my spoons in my hand ready for the old showdown. In walked the Matfields with a smile on their face. Thinking this hoedown was their place. It all began in one face pace song after song and the dance was right on a faster pace. Orange Blossom special was the Matfeilds last song. But old grandpa had one more to be done. As the cheer rang out old Rocky Top began to play. The place jumped with joy and began to perform with pride. Because old Rocky Top Tenn is our home town you see.
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Oct 11, 2014
Oct 11, 2014 at 1:01 PM UTC
The *** Down Show Down
. The *** Down Show Down Old Grandpa tune his fiddle with pride. Uncle Joe on the old banjo Dad he was willing to go on the old washtub. I had my spoons in my hand ready for the old showdown. In walked the Matfields with a smile on their face. Thinking this hoedown was their place. It all began in one face pace song after song and the dance was right on a faster pace. Orange Blossom special was the Matfeilds last song. But old grandpa had one more to be done. As the cheer rang out old Rocky Top began to play. The place jumped with joy and began to perform with pride. Because old Rocky Top Tenn is our home town you see.
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Oct 11, 2014
Oct 11, 2014 at 1:01 PM UTC
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