Good God Have Mercy

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   Down in South Carolina, in the piney woods
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   Where they make sweet turpentine
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   There I first saw the light of day
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   Landin' on my mind
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   Runnin' in the sunshine laughing
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   Rollin' in the red dirt crying
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   I said mmmm mmmm
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   Good God have mercy
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   Cannery warehouse baby, I went to school
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   I eat lunch from the cans of our store
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   Heatin' them up on a pot-bellied stove
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   I used to keep out in the cold
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   Sittin' around, you know, just tellin' lies about uh
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   What I'd be when I grew old
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   I said mmmm mmmm
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   Good God have mercy
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   Trestle track, now mama
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   Where the BNN used to haul
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   Freight train caught daddy one day
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   He took a long, long fall
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   I'd only been taught to think on life
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   Never thought on death at all
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   I said mmmm mmmm
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   Good God have mercy

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   Now every Sunday after church
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   There'd be a meeting on the ground
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   Some good soul she would always say
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   It's a shame about Frieda Brown
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   Mama and the ladies they formed a society
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   They run Frieda out of town
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   I said mmmm mmmm
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   Good God have mercy
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   Daddy's on the main line, mama wants him home
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   Daddy's on the main line, the kids all need him home
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   Good God have mercy

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