George Gudgers Overalls

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As I walked out one mornin'  in the Alabama chill,
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I saw some old friends hangin' from a tree on Hobie's Hill.
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By their tattered legs they dangled drippin' down along the spine.
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It was old George Gudger's overalls a-drying on the line.

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George Gudger, he's an honest cuss, and he loves to work his land.
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And I'd long admired his overalls that I held there in my hand.
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My brand new pair was stiffer than a starched-up Sunday suit.
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But his could walk around by their selves and plow the corn to boot!

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Now the knees looked almost bloody from the red Hale County clay.
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George Gudger's debts and prayers had kept him kneelin' down all day.
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Old George owes me money, but I owe him my respect.
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And if his overalls will fit me, Boys, I'll forget about his debt.

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I stepped in to them big old legs like fallin' down a mine.
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Then I heard a ragged chuckle, and there stood old George behind.
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A smile of old tobacco juice just tricklin' down agin.
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He says, "You might as well try walkin' round in someone else's skin

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"But son, if you like them old friends of mine so much, I guess I can let 'em go
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 Had to lend 'em to me wife last year, while she's carry'n Little Joe.
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She bent down in the fields one day and split that tired old seam
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And now she gone and beat 'em half to death on that rock there by the stream'

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Yeah the knees looked almost bloody from the red Hale County clay.
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George Gudger's debts and prayers had kept him kneelin' down all day
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You know I walked just like a drunken man, they dang near made me fall.
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They kept tryin' to steer me back towards Gudger's place, Cuz they still Old George's overalls!

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At home before the mirror I seemed to be a different man,
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In my mind they kept seein' his farmed out patch o' land.
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So I took him back his overalls and a weeks supply of food,
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I also left my brand new pair and I sneaked home in the nude.

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