Father said: “My boy, when I was your age down on the farm, I retired with the chickens.”
Son replied: “That’s nothing, dad, so do I.”
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She may be a moonshiner’s daughter, but I love her “still.”
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Oh, my daddy’s in the back yard
A-sawing a log;
Baby’s in the cradle
A-walking the dawg,
Oh! Honey, how long must I wait