Uncle Bubba

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That old Cadillac kept a rollin' in Southern Texas Counting cars, playing cards, passing time If you'd signal those big trucks they might just blow the horn Riding through Dallas, regretting being born There's a funeral in Port Arthur Looks like there's gonna be a storm That sun had faded fast up in Missouri Big daddy kept a drivin' into the night Up and down the Ozark hills Like rabbits on the run Being poor and being black in 1961 Didn't want to wind up staring Down the wrong end of a gun That Sun burns like a fire in Southern Texas And the air is thick as oil, smells like gasoline By the mornin' that Sun weren't shining anymore Lock up all the windows, and board up all the doors When that hurricanе starts blowing Won't wanna hang around no more One truck, two gas tanks, and a rifle rack Whеn he died, I got his plaid shirt and a Seagram's hat Uncle Bubba didn't have a lot of money Uncle Bubba had a monkey on his back And one truck, two gas tanks, and a rifle rack Now God has special plans for Southern Texas And the man who burned the cross, yet preached the way Some folks are born to work, some folks are born to rule That's the kind of history they teach the kids in school But you can't buy a seat in Heaven with forty acres and a mule You can't buy a seat in Heaven with forty acres and a mule
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