Box at Gee’s Bend My daddy used to whoop me I got tired of the pain. I took off on an angry night It was the wind and beaten rain. A woman saw me on the road. She said I liked like hell. She took me in and fed me, until I was felling well. Sweet home Alabama that’s how it used to be, so took to the open road looking for a place for me I opened …
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