By: David W. Clare 

Country Hicks are my kinda folk 
Getting drunk, we likes to joke 
Moonshine an' whiskey, outlawed still?
Jack and Jill, kissed up the hill...

Shotgun weddin', down by the lake 
Women folk rustling, baba queing up some steak 
Pork spare ribs and a catfish bake...

Huckleberry cousins can't read nor write!
Uncle Gus, gettin' drunk, he likes to fight all night! 

Here come more kin, from way down south 
Riding a horse, wild dogs a barking, foamin' at the mouth...

Shotgun Weddin' wavin' bye bye, all stood 'round, broke down and cry...


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