LINES N' LYRIX

1960s

When I was a little baby,
my momma said, "Hey son.
Travel where you will
​and grow to be a man and
sing what must be sung,
poor boy.
Sing what must be sung"...​

​Now that I'm a grown man,
I've travelled here and there.
I've learned that a bottle
of brandy and a song,
​the only ones who ever cared,
poor boy,
​ the only ones who ever cared
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​AND HEAR THE SONG
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