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Sittin' on this porch
Pickin' these old time songs
No matter how far
I get from here
This place still feels like home
Remember all those summer nights
We'd talk about life and such
Well Dad, I've come to realize
I haven't said enough
Thanks for the G chord
Teachin' me about the good Lord
Givin' me that old Ford
When I turned sixteen
Thanks for hangin' in there
When I was goin' nowhere
Thanks for never
Changin' that lock on the front door
Thanks for the G chord
That flat top Martin
You gave me back then
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Drunken Knight
He spent another night with her
Despite all the times he wouldn't before
Now he's drunk and looking to score
But this ones got a brain, not some damn whore
Not like the ones he's used to This one's older than four
They think the kid's alright
The type of jock who goes to shows to fight.
He gets good grades in school
His friends all think he's cool
Another drunken knight no shows at which to fight
and so he goes to a girls house he knows
He forces her down. Rips off all of her clothes
A subtle form of rape. She doesn't even know one
Thinks the kid's alright
The type of jock who goes to shows to fight
He gets good grades in school
His friends all think he's cool
Another Drunken Knight No shows at which to fight
and so he goes to a girls house he knows
He pushes her down. He yells! "
Take off all of your clothes!"
She said okay and made a fist and
broke his fucking nose.